2016: EB POETS EXERCISE X

Theme:
The apple that now sticks out of my throat
No one sees it but it’s going for my jugular
I wish for heave’s respite
Only if i can with open hands receive
Vera Bonny
I hear the crack, it sounds surreal,
In every turn dementia speaks,
The agony etched deep within,
I writhe in fear that someone knows
Anre John
Once, twice, a thousand times i have offended
This GUILT i cage my sanctity i have upended
A spirit willing or a stealthy thief
I welcome a coup to my unending grief
Rudolph Ruddapoet
Bounded by the same chains
Locked in the hold of one little pain
Walls of worlds may perish their level ground and tilt
The four walls were always aware of the same guilt
Prudence Obadan-Enujiofor
Once i indulged a worthy forbidden
Whispers tell me i am forgiven
But how so when cold steel still grace my nights
But then my soul waltzed into my body by right
Sam Ojiyi
I stood by the counter and asked the agent for a ticket
I was going to this special place alone for the weekend
My resolve- from rocks and stones did i build it
Mind made up, heart set, i was going on this guilt trip.