"What you didn't succeed in doing to me, while I slept. You sure can't do it to me, while I am wide awake." Chioma Onwudiwe/2019
Hey! How are you doing, this sweltering day? At least in my neck of the woods, which is NYC. It is steaming hot. And in all that heat, that felt like hell. I sure saw, my title heading. Literally.
I saw flash before my eyes, rejection, theft, and lies. Constant attacks, on every imaginable realm and the list goes on....
But here's what got me laughingš¤£. After all the atrocities, of years gone by. All the treachery and witchcraft, to name a few. Wickedness, from which I still rise....š
Here I was, slowly picking up broken pieces and fixing chaotic shambles. Making the most as it were, of the rubble that was supposed to have been my life.
Guess who paid me a visit? The audacity, of it all! That's right, you smart ones. That's exactly who.
Oh well, now that evil one is shrunken and sunken, by their very own deeds. Please enjoy this brand new English Sonnet and have a great weekend!
Dedicated to the evil one, her COHORTS and all in consent of wickedness.... May the SWORD be with them, all their endeavors and anticipated desire.
OF BALLS AND BLOCKS :
If it was just a barrier I would jump I move a mountain or walk around it Even their obstruction is just but a bump I leap the wall and cross their hidden pit One whisper through the colony of spite And a mandate goes forth that I be cut Then the smile of help quick becomes a bite And the assurance of gain has a but These are set and safe or so they may think They have bought and now own all pending shots Yet they merely coast on disaster's brink And unwittingly won't connect the dots So then for every plot to blackball Their peace is now blocked and their joy must stall
An English Sonnet by Chioma Onwudiwe/2019