Creative Writing

 Visual Acuity Random thoughts made so many images residual I heard the hum of a bee, paid no attention to its sight Ignoring daytime  What happens if we cease to dream, -Nothing will be left to imagine What happens if we give up on possibility  -Nothing will be left to fathom What happens if we no longer know who we are, -We will be slave to humanity  What happens if we are no longer invisible, -We must have gone to meet our creator  What happens if we are no longer inaudible -We must have  become deaf then  What happens if we no longer appreciate taste, -Then they is no need to eat What happens if we no longer feel another’s touch, -Then we are dead to our senses ©Akonu Emmanuel

 Walking in the shadows of my dreams The pressure of my troubled mind Trying to find an elusive answer Sun light take away my dark cloud  Removing my mind from doubt and gloom The picture of my dream I now firmly hold Working hard to make the dream a reality   And a voices start to speak not possible  Then I start to think if I will make it through the night I lie on the floor in a foetal position Anxiously waiting for that small still voice to speak  Dragging the unbelief of my life out of my room My breathing was slow That I could feel the humidity of the air around me  Suddenly I start to feel the fire of possibility stening up passion in me The boundless energy of life flowing through me I know I can make it  I know I will survive  No matter what comes my way  I will surly win ©Akonu Emmanuel