Bellows of a maimed fellow

Hark! Bellows of a maimed fellow

Haunted, taunted with stunted knees

Poised with my cursed stick, my blessings

Stoop not but to give alm to that poor fellow
Bitter is the pill of hope I swallow every morn

Sweet as nectar my tongues taste at dawn

Broken is my heart when it sees a maiden fair

Burns doth lurch my chest when she claims she’s wed
Maimed by the nurse deficient in skill

Maimed in my feet yet not my will

Maimed in the hollow, my soul shadow
I shall give it, my feet, wings and mind

To fly high high above the sky

It boldly became my guide and sight

Takes me upon earth’s hills and heights
Pity no more

This maimed fellow

That loves his sweet sorrow

His dreams he’ll yet follow

Even when sore pains billow

From now until tomorrow
For then his seeds shall gleam

And his pretty kids will beam

A maimed fellow they’ll no more see

But a fellow with a fit dream
©Grace Okoliko 2017

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