There had been an unseen monster,
a trickster, a sweet-tongued deceiver.
There was its menacing impact
from misapplied influence of the stronghold.
There is a gush of light,
shinning bright, divergent, and full,
beaming brightness into the monster,
eating up every iota of the dark,
with blindness, deafness, and numbness.
Greetings from Johannesburg South Africa Ofuma Agali , I really enjoyed your poem.
The theme that the ” stronghold ” of darkness can be expelled by light was well interwoven into the poem.
This looks really interesting- from the title to the theme and the imagery. I liked the strong starting lines and the ending with hope and change. Is this a metaphor for more realistic issues? Sorry if I am wrong but it seemed like it… I would love to know your inspiration behind these words, if it’s okay with you.