The Day

Oh! It’s another splendid morning,

"A morning with its rekindled died hopes of yesterday"

A morning with its rekindled died hopes of yesterday,

But the fear, Yeah! The fear still lingers on,

The sun upon rising from the east,

Goes down, and would go down,

Scepticism, scepticism, oh…, scepticism

Why doth thy crowd my thought?

 The day, why not tell whether thy be mine

Why doth thy watch me pant my breath to nothingness,

The sun settles in the West… an exposition to

Stillborn dreams, aspiration and plans

Why doth thy all a sudden frown,

A frown, that has not crown a struggle,

My comforter, affirms only but my fears,

Sorrow is of the night, joy cometh in the morning

No wonder, the dawn presents hope, the dusk, a dupe,

Such pervades the day, and night,

The star a hope, Immeasurable miles away,

Hope, what becomes thy essence

While the night eludes me the keys of passage?

AKAHO FELIX JUNIOR