'MY LAST POEM' by Eddy Ongili

MY LAST POEM


Penning my emotions despite my fears
Livid with pain for injuring my soul
I scribble my last poem on this page
To remind the world I am sick of words
My infinite pen has refused to cease leaking
Sketches of verses have multiplied into books
O how I used to think that was wonderful
Very few issues have escaped the blitz of my pen
The world has cajoled me to pen my mysteries
Word by word, I have layed it all open
My blithe nature dosen't suprise my adversaries
They keep knocking, mocking they want more
I have heard poets preaching from street corners
And wishing someone could resue their souls
For poetry with gusto has refused to go away

I have seen ingraines bustling with joy
On my incapacity to write and be recognized
I have read pieces that shouldn't have been written
To sages I have cried, is it an honour being a poet
At times I have convinced myself of how boring
poetry is
Revealing my fears on how writing lays me open
I am at risk for all my secrets shout in my pages
Claiming "we've got him, Ha! Ha!, Ha! Ha!"
My life has become a search and find game
Though my amoury of words has defended me on
some instances
They made a woman fall in love unitentionally
But I had my defence, she was the one bent on
poetry
I have had it in me and I feel I can write about
everything
I have delved into darkness searching for purpose
Hoping light shone there too but nothing

The idea of souls clinging on my pen has washed
my hopes
Crude thoughts surfaced in me, wondering if am a
prophet
Led me to believe my pen could start a cult
So this is my last poem for I want to be free
Free from the shakles of ineptitude, infatuation
bigotry, insanity, hullabaloo, blasphemy and
jotting
My expression of self has made people think I am
proud
I thought writing was an indulgence maybe an
insult
But with each ink splattered providence sets in
I've seen cliffs dancing and angels murmuring
About the supreme wisdom my pen lays claim to
Should I postpone my fate if I wish
Do I have the power or could I change flowers
It has been more of a lullaby as I weaned myself to
death
This is the beginning of a new revolution, I'll let
God guide me

© Eddy Ongili 2013
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Written by Eddy Ongili, first posted to the People's Poetry Bookshelf  on 9th May 2013