A poem from the book "A Sliver of a Chance" by Brian Sankarsingh - reproduced with permission
Have you ever delayed making a choice because you could see no uncomplicated way out of your dilemma? You know those times where it seems like any decision you make is bad? Those times inspired this poem for me. I think all of us face some of these times in our lives, and while I cannot give you strength or advice, I can assure you that many people eventually find happiness despite having these choices to make.
I walk among the tombstones grey No more games left to play Without direction, I’ve lost my way To and fro Back and forth Darkness by the light betrayed I taste the solemn dragon’s breath Hot red coals and the stink of death As I lay covered in my sweat, Can it be? Even for me? Take my pain; let me forget Dread fills the mourning light Silence beckons, hears my plight Noises from a voracious sprite Fear abounds All around The beast growls low, in hateful delight I rise up to meet the oncoming storm Stepping gingerly into the chasm Surrounded in a sickly warmth I am revealed In my appeal To fight against the fiery swarm No light in my tunnel occupies Everything breeds a nest of lies From his throne, he gleefully spies Lost for time I have no rhyme I turn to face my own demise
Bio: Brian Sankarsingh is a Trinidadian-born Canadian immigrant who moved to Canada in the 1980s. He describes himself as an accidental poet, with a passion for advocacy and a penchant for prose, an unapologetic style, he offers his poetry as social and political commentary.