No. 19

Andy E. Afenu, 2T2 PB

I wrote this spoken/creative piece after facing a situation that was plagued with a lot of uncertainty. During that time, I was fortunate to have some people who could point to the end of the tunnel where the light was supposed to be—even though we all couldn’t see it.

This is dedicated to anyone who could use some light right now.

Backing music: DYATHON – Wander

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A weak scream

An expression of desperation.

Observed pain so profound

But the data doesn’t match the current presentation.

Confusion sets in

And like that guide wire,

That serves as the conduit for another catheter

A mini slumber sets the stage for an indefinite sleep.

Like a gas tank filled to its brim

Pus fills these lungs.

And these canisters that,

contained precious breaths and the moments behind them

Are broken to never be whole again.

So am Dead amongst the living

And am drowning in their noise.

Their mountain, I conquered its peak

But no one hears my voice.

Hence At this summit, I ponder, over the

Vanity of it all and my deepest voids unfilled.

Their wasted years, and futile gain

life’s unknown journey brought to a standstill

As fact, science and politics outweigh love

I see the marginalized once more deprived.

This one’s heart’s been devoured

And these lungs have succumbed.

I am Living amongst the dead

In dire search of acceptance.

The wanderer faces exclusion

As he struggles to overcome isolation

For love was to set him free

But mortal greed and apathy still keeps him captive.

Confined and isolated,

Delirious and self-destructive

Minutes will give for hours

Hours will add to days

Days will birth weeks

And we will awaken from this slumber,

For we were living amongst the dead

The lessons learnt in purgatory

We wake with.

As we rise up into glory,

To a world that’s ready.

Love is what we will share

For many amongst us are needy