The Endgame

The endgame brews
As darkness breaks
Into morning rays
Trickling out in bits
The true pictures of the heart
Showing up the true shades
Long hidden beneath the rocks

Hard as it is
Still drips waters
Warm as the ikogosi springs
Yet with taste unwelcoming

Pregnant time awaits
To give birth to the true reflections
As the bowels throw up
The true content swallowed in the stretch of time
When the deceit of Time shall flow over the open sea.

Ofobruku F. O.



2 years ago