BEHIND MY FACE

Walking and lost in my road of thoughts

My head,barren like the deserts

and my thoughts...

swaying, like ashes in the wind

I pause and ponder

here as I sit

Under this long night

without sleep

I stop and wonder

at this wraith

This counterfeited face

seen as me

Yet I kow

there are more...

more of me than this mask

This mask that men call me

I wander in my wonders

under the caress of this young moon

To swathe my swaying thoughts

and know, who is me

I just wish knew

who is me

Not this me

but that, behind my face.

                                                                         BY:SANCTUS

                                                                    AGBO INNOCENT CHEKWUBE