Posted on November 18, 2020 bymaxwell gad

My time has come still held hostage with no reason,

Someone had forgotten that it was my season,

My room is so free with no space to escape,

I need to go I need to set myself free,

The walls around me won’t let me flee.

The pressure I exert is worth breaking the wall,

The outcome is a crevice staining the black mall,

With each blow a bright light can be seen through,

I hoping that the sight is so true,

Am now craving for the outside dew,

The walls so tight I won’t go through.

Each effort has brought its’ fruit,

One wall down but still rooted to it’s foot,

With closed eye I make the first move,

I have finally crossed it now into the murky mood,

My steps numbered I can’t make a move,

I have realised a new wall rising two.

Still confused at the new sight beyond the grass,

A tall figure blocking my path with it’s heavy mass,

Am overshadowed by a new strong cage,

Will I get through will I get my wage,

I have to move hoping to get the way,

The walls so tight keep cooling my faith.

Taking a break my energy all drained,

The burden on me careless of the so called trained,

East to West I found no way,

My efforts all wasted more sweat no pay,

Will I ever be free will I see a bright day,

The walls so tight am trapped no light.

O.Maxwell Gad

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