A Prayer For My lost Son.
The newest Poem By Chiemena Ndukwu, let me know what you think about it
A Prayer For My lost Son.
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and cover-lid
My child walks on. In a faraway land
Still and still, he sink into distance.
He is lost in confusion and has lost his mind
Whereby the haystack- and roof-leveling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for a decade I have searched and prayed
Yet that great fear that is in my mind....
I have searched and prayed for this young child a decade
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining he come back,
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea and wind.
Now I feel the heart-revealing intimacy;
So cursed I pray on him.
That he have no peace nor success faraway from home.
Caused to live in his hometown he shall be.
Or
Prosper but little, "yes!" Little that he does not dry up or late, as a corpse to return.
But if striving but strong, then home he will, for the strange land favour him not.
Find hate in him, all authorities of the foreign land, Cause him to return
If not so done,
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical, and never may return
To learn at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-frighting
for me to behold he,
MY LOST SON
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