Ayei Ibiang
@ayeiibiang080407
1 year ago

OF BLOOD AND INK

I've conned the intricacies of the art - the heart
and soul of poetry
Artistry forged with the smearing of both
blood and ink;
on a “canvas of words", I sketch each masterpiece

So every stroke births a cry for freedom,
of a slave seeking release
Brain cells turning a prison,
remanded thoughts could be heard begging
“please!"


Sometimes amnesty is granted a prisoner,
other times,
they just have to serve their term
Despair aired on the faces of convicts - a cinema
“Remorse" is the only thing they learn

So I watch them scramble for the rain when the
winds blow in breezes;
When the cells choke and the dust leaves them in
wheezes
The flames on winter's day when the blizzard
increases
Blood in their sputum, droplets sprinkled in their
coughs and sneezes

You bet mastery ain't easy:

A weighted sack laden with both time and process,
with both gains and losses
The scales fair enough to handle the balance of jeers and applauses
Sometimes it's just hard to understand
the omen,
whether they be of blessings or of curses




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Written by: Ibiang, Ayei Okoi
Wednesday, 30th March, 2022.
12:39pm
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