” Menopause at teen “- Bello I.O
The wind- gentle no more,
The storm- rages.
An excess to the left,
Forced from the right,
Makes the center barren.
The scale cries of imbalance,
Pendulum swings out of rhythm.
From innocent green to orphaned brown;
The leaf withers.
From eye-storming zinc to brown-rusted roof;
The edifice leaks.
A transition- of age and defeated seasons.
The pierced iroko tree,
Sheds gummy liquid.
Turbulent defection- season of indictment.
Mountain’s edges crack-
The dropping pebbles ache.
The peacock’s intestine twists;
Tangled in anguish.
Climax; claustrophobia thus trends
Avalanche of anxiety occlude realities.
Can someone find me?
A soldier ant at Mecca- for pilgrimage or what?
No cause for control,
Everything is under alarm.
Bello, I. O.