BEFORE BED, Lines of Frustration (Poetry)

This is the picture of Frustration in the Fun most loveable way.

Been quite a long day for me and just when I thought it should end in the best possible way I had thought, just then, some mechanical faults from the Generator begins to unleash…In this part of the world, our Electrical Power Company have the tradition of ceasing electricity at will for one reason or the other, therefore, generator is always our best option…so you might not just know my pain when this power goes off for hours and even days…

I dare not complain when I have my blog to share it with in a poetical manner…

Before Bed,

Before Sunrise again,

The hours past,

They did pass,

Like into oblivion,

I dare not take a time travel,

To view what,

The Past,

The Present is filled up,

So also the Future,

Surely with hope,

But the Frustration mounts,

She mounts her hills,

She bruised my heel,

I returned to see,

On the sea,

The horses drown,

Frustrated to swim,

On the waves of the proud ocean,

This is my reflection before bed,

I am grateful,

And my complain is optimistic,

I can’t be frustrated,

But her lines falls,

Surely they fall,

Unlike her thoughts towards me,

They fall upon me in pleasant places,

Such that, all things work together for my good…

#davelstots

THE PAINS OF HOPE (Poetry)

It is Time I waited,

People said if I wait,

That it proves my maturity,

So i waited,

I am still waiting,

But my desire isn’t,

My heart longs for Time,

Her Time to shine,

But I was told to wait,

The Walls are now overgrown,

Overgrown with creeping plants,

Still I await,

Waiting,

The Sun as refused to shines,

The Moon had withdrawn herself from the black sky,

The Stars are fallen,

My ‘SISTARZ’ are shaken,

The power of my might,

The strength of my prowess,

The understanding of my wisdom,

They all are failing quick,

I await, waiting, to wait and wait,

My peers have gone ahead,

I remain at this Gates,

I am having ideas,

But I wait,

I wait for wait to wait,

My desire, my hope of seeing it, to behold her wonder,

Her glory in my hands, why so long?

I hope for my appointed time,

I see it,

Not far, Neither near,

Neither in a flux,

Crystal clear, I rend the heavens with my prayers,

I wait, still waiting for my hope to arise.

#davelstots