Poem – Never To Wander (By Ndifreke George)

NEVER TO WANDER

Hell smoke has gone to rest

And gradually I condense

Like caged cloud in a fist of steel

Bubbling in a helpless circumference

The rope to winch is strained to shreds

But in my sleeping wings

Am sure to find

Healing capsules for my nasopharyngitis

Bang I cry

Please heed the call

Kindly enclose me in

Else I stuck with the sardines