e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

The Testimony

I dug a hole
For a clay
To build my home…

My eyes rolled
Till it closed
Then I nod
As I snored

And I fell
Onto the floor
But as I fell
Hell I saw

As my belt
Turned to snake
And I felt
Blank and grey.

From my head
Fell a crown
My tongue bled
Turn to brown

All my parts
Became heavy
To its limits

In a bit;
I was a bunch
Of glamour beads
Ripped in pieces.

Beads scatterth
Yet increaseth
Each bounced
Several rounds

Bringing forth
Another bead;
An hybrid bread
And a stronger me.

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Poem by ©Onyeche Vincent Onyechukwu
©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com


  1. King Lawal says:

    First verse, Hole, not whole

    Liked by 1 person


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