Chronicles of twilight sorrows

CHRONICLES OF TWILIGHT SORROWS
I am an arrogant bag of dust
That’s what you see
I am a decorated Tabernacle
That’s what He sees
I am a billion brainless soulless man
That’s what I see

Life should be lenient to the peaceful
But look at the irony, it is lenient to the ruthless
So I ask breath, twilight, friends, enemies, rising, falling, sickness, health, politics, wicked men, demons, false brethren, Greedy men, beautiful girls, false prophets, mamon, handsome men, romance, sex, marriage, the cold and the snow, sports, religion, philosophy and spirituality, the cradle, the grave, death, Heaven and Hell
You have been here for a long time
Teach me wisdom.

And I also plead life to dedicate itself to my wishes
For unrelenting pain assaults my theology
I am desperately perfect
I am not afraid of the grave
It’s a masquerade
I’m afraid of life
Can you hear me?
Or I’m just a mad man?
Am I just a mad man?
Or I have reason to question reason

The absurdity of a soliloquy.
But if you can hear, respond
Because I write with a borrowed pen
And the night calls
I’ve no kerosene in my lantern
The bench in the park and tranquillity
The still silent lake, corrupted hearts, dead wishes
The grey hair, the clock, desperate desires, love
The anonymous thief who wants to hide my laugh
And the wolf that hunts my peace
Too much life is wrapped in my mourning
Sorry for truth, oh no I’m not even sorry
The sorry creed is making me a slave to expectation

So this is a solo conversation
Am I moving to the end of my rainbow?
Or is it the storm concealing the colours?
I hope it’s not too presumptuous of me to think,
To think that someday the Sun will shine on the horizon?

But the preacher said I will go to hell
I have not behaved myself enough
I have not loved enough
Do you know what?
I hurt too
Don’t ask me to remain calm
A path has been defined for me
But He didn’t ask for my permission
It is easy to choose the left than the right
I asked my parents to explain
Ask the preacher
But he is busy shouting fire and brimstone

And my soul won’t let me rest
It has conspired with my body to send me to hell
It is an unholy alliance, tearing me apart
I love very well, my mind, I love holiness with my mind,
I love my Lord very well
But my body is rebellious
Falling prey to the dazzle of hips and lips
And oiled bodies
Glittering wines inviting my buds to anonymity
The cruelty of truth ripping off my comfort
I have a burning readiness to obey
But I have been trapped in a body that wishes me death
My imagination is ornamented with pearls, golden lilies and precious stones
But current circumstances suggest dark phrases

Angels and demons
How am I still alive?
It is this metaphorical dilemma I have not yet conquered
My God I have loved imperfectly.
On weak knees, my heart beckon
My walk with him imperfect but steady
It is this I seek, constant mercy escorting me day after day until my body gives way to sleep

How am I still alive?
Reverence to the transcendent
A script encrypted lays before me
That may be my life’s quest
I have masqueraded for so long
I cannot remember what I look like
Self-deception but
We have believed our lies.
But this is a solo conversation
And I am certain no one is listening.

Michael Koomson
Tutor at Eguafo Abirem Snr High.

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Bro, as for this poem pàa; I need read Shakespeare in order to decifer it.

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Very bro… The author Michael Koomson is very deep.

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In fact, it’s been long time since read something like this. In the poem, the writer talks about so many things; politics, afterlife, etc.

This are the king of post I am expecting here.

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From my own understanding, the writer was portraying regret.

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Yeah bro the guy is a very deep writer… He is my Boss he takes me through a bunch of things sometimes…

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But bro, the way you are exploring things no trust me, you have a very tomorrow. It is just a matter of time and you are going to attain your full potentials. :+1:

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Yeah buddy ,God shall make things beautiful in his own time…

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The only advice I have for you is that, hide your strength and buy more time.

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And do you know that you can switch the background color of this forum from the default dark theme to a light one?

:point_down:

I made the default background black because it is good for the eyes and also save battery life.

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You can switch the background from your profile settings:

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I have read through your writeup @Krakye1 krakye and I am so much impressed.

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Many thanks bro, it was written by one of my bosses…

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If this was was written by Shakespeare we would be studying it it in our schools.

Please let us support our own

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Infact @Asaneyayah what you are saying is very true, this poem rub shoulders with most of Shakespeare’s poems and ought to be projected to the world…

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