Agony Untold
By George Amadi
At the end of an enervating year
In this tropical
clime, humid at
Best of times, a dry,
dust-laden
Wind, catarrh to big
and small
Blows, no clouds in
the sky float.
Heavy breeze the ground
sweeps,
Uncombed, my hair with
sand fills;
Dry lips of mine at
will torments
No end. Harmattan in December
Begins, howling silly till
February.
But far from inclement
weather,
Hidden from probing human
eyes,
Agony untold at the
heart-strings
Thug, teasing,
cajoling, confusing,
Asking where stands
now my faith.
As Christmas Day to us
draws near,
Minute by minute,
every second
Counting, my memory,
try as hard
As it may, no punches
pulled, yet,
A painful past needs
to vamoose.
Lagos, Dec. 24, 2014
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