Tomorrow
As I layBrooding
Looming doom
Blue with gloom
In my upper room
Eyes fixated
On soft hard ceiling
Contemplating, un sealing
Our fate, my fate
My son, Arinze
Strode in
Eyes beaming
Glittering like diamond
Animistic aura
Spirit hallowed
With elemental voice
He prophesied
'Daddy'
'Tomorrow will be fine'
And, and he said
Amen
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2019-05-14 at 08:29
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