CAGED

CAGED
Death knocked on my door
In what seemed like a wraith
I wailed in fear
Sought for grace in every place
Yet in my heart I knew
I was caged in what seemed like fate

The tunnels of life became dark and strange
I knelt down with a riddled heart
And pleaded to God not to let my soul weep in vast
While death stood at the glance of my flesh, in need of my soul

The sun sank in the woods nest
The days went to the West
The moon closed her eyes to rest
The sky stood in her chest
And the oceans traced the East

My heart dropped, and my face became a wreck
Yet still I stayed with recondite faith
In the range of God
Pleading for anew anfractuous life

Mbabazi Stellah

Reviews

[Writergurl]

My heart dropped, and my face became a wreck
Yet still I stayed with recondite faith
In the range of God
Pleading for anew anfractuous life

love this part, very nicely expressed write

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This poem captured my attention with its heavy and most human theme. Why is it at the near of our end do we yearn for faith and its judgement to alleviate our fears of death. It seems only at those final moments we become more faithful by force. Your strong poem stirred so many questions within me as good art should. An illuminating and wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.

[Mbabazi stellah]

Thank you for the good words and do passing by Carlos