by Emmanuel G G Yamba
Crept into my solitary room As my watery eyes grew dark Stared at the ceiling while on the bed Unable to drop on my knees, Fold my hands and say a prayer Because the pain within Has used me like its prey I’m a butterfly in its larva stage So, my eyes created two roads on my face I beg for words that I couldn’t utter So, I pull my heart out to God In a letter I’ve written without a single word He sees the broken inside of me And knows the bruise I hide As I drown in the pool of sadness Hope he’s gonna wipe my tears And deliver me from my fears Coz the thorn has gone deep in my flesh And it’s causing a mixture Of both blood and sweat Dear Lord, I need your help My bedsheet is soaked with saline My reality really needs changes Answer a prayer made with flood That I may again feel bliss
Emmanuel G G Yamba is an emerging Christian poet and also an undergraduate student at the University Of Liberia.