by Gerard Odigwe

Part I:

You try,

            You fail.

You climb, 

            You trail.

If the end comes now for all of us-

Who then prevails?

            Is it me or is it you?

            Or is it the one who read brail?

Without an echo-

            I fail to know

If I should stay or if I should go.

Part II:

These eyes have cried

            These lips have wailed

Is there light on the other end?-

            Or is my sight frail?

Blur-red eyes

            Ru-gged sails

If these tides permit,

to what end will I hail?