When will I be satisfied, needs and wants
In this wolf of a world
I find not love where I seek it
For how long will I keep at it
Oh! The world is dead to my hearing!
Slowly, I gather all I need, insatiable.
Am not a person of a great understanding
Why should I bath with happiness at morn
Swallow distasteful thoughts at noon,
With rivers of tears, a basket full or regret afterward
Oh! To where will my feet walk me
I find what I ever needed, but can’t hold it closer to my heart
I feel no joy, nor pleasure bathing with sweet memories
My years turn to yearning
My hours to hurricanes
My minutes to madness
My seconds to sickness
My days to darkness
Oh! Sweet mercy! Of what good is the pleasure of pains?
The joy of sadness, happiness so tormenting
As a house collapses, my hope falls before me
Yet begging me not to surrender
Which strength do I possess to make it stand again?
Can death end suffering?
Can running far away ease pains?
How I wish my answers are more than my questions
Luck denied me.
My jubilation is thrown in a pit
For I have no wing to fly away with it
Neither a ladder to climb over the pit of lions of war
I have no choice but to accept my struggles
Oh! Would I be happy
When I finally I step out of my cage?
But outside there is a dungeon
Where I will be a free captive
The freedom for which I long is yet my boredom
Deep inside me, I bury my pains.
Sadness flows freely beneath my surface
To some, I’m a happy prisoner
Fooled by the cosmetic emotions I display
My sadness speaks for me
This is my story. I have no choice but to tell it
Heaven waits to put this restless brain to rest
Written by: Adenugba Temitope Theresa
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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