A World A Mystery Poem by Chima Ononogbu

The belfries chime oddly and always,
the alarm bells go off in endless rampage,
the town-crier rends the native air with despair,
while day and night cries roam at our elbows.

On a gyre turns the world, as a rambling rollercoaster,
spinning frequently as though in a terminal vertigo,
aggravating the heart to sing lugubrious songs,
and the eyes to bat behind their lids in melancholic silence.

The temperature rises to an outrage;
the wide firmament yelps strange air that wakes many questions,
that sends the mind on a grueling marathon of fear
and wrecks uncertainty upon flailing heart.

That is the fate of being and feeling,
of traversing the woods the lands the seas of a choppy world
that, each day life returns in the morning,
vents its frustration in mournful comic.

Indeed a mysterious arena, the world of the world,
where we are obliged to tent under sorrow's brushes,
drink from the wild jar of bitter chardonnay,
yet again obliged to adorn ourselves with drapery of euphoria.