Lost to We

                 Ogbonnia Chisom John
                 ogbonniachisom@yahoo.com


Moving World
Beyond any reach
Dare to meet up
Your joy, abridged


Calm Usurped by Fear
Year after year
A quiet ponder
What is in life
Or in the next


Existence in Crisis
Where is my time piece
When does it halt
What do I make of it
What does it make of me
What could it be?


A tide too many
A cross too heavy
Worried in Surplus
Threatened by less
Can I own the world
Or a piece for less


Your message,  my peace
Your voice, my tranquility
Reason for me - You
You alone,  I grasp
My Life, my Gift.