Like the knight of sleeping beauty,
He slashes through my heart.
Tearing down my courage,
Shattering my resolve like a wine glass.
...
When the bushes of our father's land
Lay uncut
And we waddled about with newly weaned feet,
A hand sweated with a ferocious pen,
...
His back is bent,
His heart, battered with guilt,
Red seal of sin,
Lay bare on his torn flesh.
...
Dancing in the bright sunlight,
Tiny dainty feet raises the dust.
Two hills shoot out on her chest
Her hips, a tiny ant-hill.
...
He sat in a school of thought,
Bent over a page with pen in his hands,
For one said to his ears,
A poet is one with a Haiku to his name.
...
Life never gave her a chance,
Darkness, a friend so close,
Her spirit, caged.
...
Blood, fresh red blood.
Everyday, I smell it,
Foul stench of humans,
Slaughtered like cattles
...
Melody Iveren Kuku is a Mom, author, content manager, lover of Jesus and entrepreneur. She uses poetry and short stories to address life's ills, challenge stereotypes and explore endless themes that form the human experience.)
Fear Of The Unknown.
Like the knight of sleeping beauty,
He slashes through my heart.
Tearing down my courage,
Shattering my resolve like a wine glass.
He has stolen upon me in the dead of the night,
With darkness as his shield.
I look and wonder,
What brings my heart to my lips?
What shivers my spines?
Peekabo, thinkaboo!
Yet, I see not his face.
I try to fight, but my strength fails.
Boo! And I am defeated
When his thought cross my mind.
Show me thy face o slayer?
Nay, he says,
I am the darkness that haunts every man.
Tremble before me
Though you will never know my face.
You will ponder dawn till dawn
Till you vanquish me with courage
I will never leave your side
For I am fear of the unknown,
The darkness in every man.