JEREMIAD: "MY TEARS OF MEMORY!" BY COMRADE ZEPHNATH

When my parents' love fell apart from misunderstanding in 2000/2001,

Thrown into the caldron of my stepmother's heart I fell,

Scorched like clothes left in the sun,

My body aches, as if I'm undone,

Those who guide me, find joy in my tears,

Watching me hungry and consumed by fears.

No one seems to care,

Even in sickness, they only stare.

Asking for help is a futile affair,

Left to crawl on barren ground, in despair.

My future's unknown, my vision blurred,

My stepmother's mocking, my spirit deterred.

Fighting for my rights, a constant strife,

Their piercing glares, cut like a knife,

Danger looms, through each endless night,

Empty stomach, aching with each bite,

With spiked pain, my spine takes flight.

Trying to be heard i get misunderstood,

Punished with hunger, and nothing good,

In orchards, searching for fruit,

Bare feet, battered, with every pursuit,

Chased away, like a worthless brute.

Treated like a slave, my body used,

Kneeling on beer bottles, battered and bruised,

Forced to carry a heavy load,

Mocked for my pain, their cruel abode,

Just to punish me,

But one light shone, in this dark place,

Christiana Nwoba of blessed memory full of grace,

Despite my many travails at home kept, Encouraging me to never give up, to always chase.

Still, I'm drowning in this pain,

Longing for my mother's love again,

To hold me close, as her only first amongst two children,

And protect me and my only younger brother from this world so wild.

(This is a true life story of mine)

®:ZEPHNATH JUDE POET EROBE N

06-04-2023

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-Nigeria

The poet persona laments about his parents being broken during his young age. He longs to have his mothers love and care around he and his siblings again.