JUST BEFORE DAWN

Right in the middle of times, The light began to wane, Yet it is called noon: A juxtaposition of two dead ends. When the truth was gang-raped, Deflowered and hospitalized, Only for the blood stain to speak Like that of Abel outside Eden, To expose the hidden stances. At a time like this, Impossibility hangs on the day; Futility embraces situations; Hopelessness laid as foundation; Vagueness clearly shines on high. The roads taken seem blocked; Those not taken harbor despair; The fratricidal sororicide bursts up; And friends parade as foes. Just in the light, I wonder quietly in solitude, Picturing the dusk ahead: Entanglement time with the past, Which ushers in posterity. Solemnly I quarantine myself, Being a prisoner of drums of times. Case of Ebola, Bola, and Ola rants, Truncating my aspirations. Just at the moment in time, Turbulence pacifies my peace, and War tramples on my rage. Air becomes edible like bread, After which I drink from memories, Only to be filled with hunger. What a show of shame I recount, And build a paradise of foolishness In my tempestuous marine voyage. I fell in love with the darkness: It strengthens and quickens to build. Through the hard times, I rejoice, Though with lovely tears and pleasurable pains, But with very important notion: Light up today to build tomorrow. This, initially, seems "danger-ful" In the stead of being dangerous In the sight of those that care. In the thickness of the night, I suddenly began to shake in awe, Knowing not the chance I have, For time has already dissolved As the scavengers set to rule all: Both the celestial and terrestrial. But I later regained my confidence, Even in the face of the devil himself. My heart beats for hope I now see.