By Jean A.P Abbey
These voices in my head.
Binds me to the most confusing stead.
Do I go left or do I go right?
These Siamese twins of life’s bred.
The truth be said,
I have no goal.
For they drag my will to whatever path their need fells.
Still I kneel down and pray tell,
That Yahweh’s strength may help me break this shell.
For it is he that has caused Lucifer to immerse me in this chaotic well.
Sometimes I wish I was soulless.
To walk on the earth’s surface without feelings or prowess.
Knowing that I am hollow, without face and guiltless.
The daunting pry of angels and demons.
The battle of flesh that I die to every day in summons.
I’ve cried out to the heavens!
But the only echo that came back to me,
was the ricochet of my doubting self.
I am the Nanny to these Siamese twins of good and evil;
Sin and righteousness.
A nightmare of a lifetime.
I suppose drawn from the medieval.
These babbles of salvation…
Still these contriving voices brawls in my mind.
Each day a state of calm and confusion.
All in one heart.
This very nature that wrought emotions of pain and guilt.
I walk and my fleshly imaginations haunts me with filth.
Yet the spirit of the trinity bears me a forgiving lift.
These Siamese heads in one body of soul.
They battle within me.
They fill me up with a wanton for death’s fold.
But when I look up to the cross.
Like the serpent of brass laid up.
I find my peace within the grasp of his saving hold.
The man from Galilee, these Siamese twins cannot glean or scold;
The man who gave me light and made me bold.
region of Nigeria, Rivers state.
He is a lover of the arts as well as literature and hopes to finish his
book of poems written by him this year. He is a freedom activist and a