CROSSROADS
Resurrecting at dawn from the bed of dead hope
Only to face the wrath of the exasperated day
Yowling like a lion; about to devour its prey apart
With the flickering light of the sun; burning skins
The peril earth rumbles, grumbles to spat me up
Like a salmon fish washed offshore by the roaring sea
Smacked down by the strike of the frustrated thunder
Hanging amidst, shaking like a fresh water confervae
When the storms of time howl; uprooting giant trees
Growling like starved coyotes in the desert forest
Blown north, south, east and west by the heavy winds
To the middle of the road looped like maze in maze
The dusk raised her eyebrow to curse the sunny day
Entered the room; staring at the empty crest in the dark
Looking at the roof mocking my poor silence at night
Hoping someday; the wall will stop straggling my shadow
I reside in a city with street of potholes like dungeon
A chronicles of brokenness with unrhymed length of days
I'm a wayfarer with a lost destination; seeking his way home,
On the crossroads of life and death; "which way to take?"
© ® Jamiu Ahmed
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