By: Okoli Stephanie Orjiugo (O.S.O)
Level:1
(3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5)
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The well is dry, the water bucket returns….empty
Perhaps the water level is far too deep that the rope dragging this explorative bucket is too short
Ok, another knot is added to this rope, it may make a difference
Still, nothing. Emptiness.
This bucket scoops out a hollow darkness that reverberates
Resurrecting with it ghosts that wished to be buried
Hidden in an uncovered tomb where three days wouldn’t make it a Messiah
This rope made from fiber of hope attached to the bucket of redemption searches to scoop out that which has been laid to rest by penury.
Bucket of redemption, what does that even stand for?
What exactly does it want to scoop out?
Is it the water produced by communal tears shed by devastated lacrimal glands?
Pee, yellow as the sun due to dehydration and bad nutrition?
Sweat, the newest shade of red, crimsoned by futile hard work, pain and frustration
Blood, turned into the Red Sea of souls rummaging in agonized untimely death sentences.
For all of these makes that special type of water
Purest than that of a spring on a rock
Water crystallized into particles of hope
Bonded by pain from suffering and poured into a clay well of souls cooled by the cold consciences of the scoopers
Who drain this well with ropes of false hopes and buckets of deluded redemption
Until this well of human is left dry….bellowing an emptiness in which only the Giver of Water can fill
O.S.O
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