'Living in Space' by Mfon Udoudo

We live in space, below space

With no warmth nor cold, just faces

Loose and falling with no braces

With so much impacts to brace

Empty and hollow is our brace

Body and spirit crippled and crazed

By floating bodies in space with no faces

Leaving us only dazed

I watch the moon every night

Hoping that hope would radiate on my plight

And soften my fight from its height

But it just moves in the skies from site to site

I try to look at the sun

Not for fun, but to melt my urn

And spread my sorrows on the lawn

But it just heats up the urn and burns

Cons everywhere, with masked faces

Raising hands and causing fazes

Blurring our already blurred gazes

Making our paths more hazy

On the other side of the lawn

Dwells the a fine bawn

Where the Master burns

Our sorrows till He’s is done

Lord, peace is all I seek

That it may fill this hollow to its peak

And evaporate my oozing reek

Peace not pieces, Lord I earnestly seek.

Mfon Udoudois a medical student at the University of Nigeria, Enugu Campus. He blogs at www.subllymeofall.wordpress.com

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