The Echoes of Uncertainty

Ijagun Poetry Journal

The echoing rhythms of agonizing pulses strike the nerves of a dying soul,

Every breath moves slower waiting,

while the painful minor melody trickles into the life of

a frail young child.

 

The fingers of a gentle thud have laid upon an ivory pound,

Shocking the heart with a jolt to his chest,

as electric uncertainty decides the fate of a sudden

spell.

 

A familiar crowd parades in madness,

weeping religiously in the night,

Eagerly awaiting a verdict.

Mark Blok

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