SWEETSIXTEEN
(OlayemiJoshuaOlagunju)
Now and again
The life that looks through my eyes,
The happiness that filled my hearth,
I can't quiver the word through my mouth
The expression to my latest joy,
Which was penetrating continuously through my mind, my hearth and soul.
And then
My soul was lost together with me,
Into the ocean of unforgotten tears and scars,
Where I crossed the line
Into the realm of men, at the hours of men,
The hungry bothered men,
Ready to hunt at any prey.
And again
In tears I pray
In sorrow I sough,
And in fear....
As my body was mesmerized by the lustrous one, iconoclast.
And before him, I trembled.
Again and again
I was shaped into figures,
I modelled before him in dishonor,
And tears forced my eyes and plucked it out to touch the earth,
The homunculus stirs from his roots, and strive until,
Risen up, he beats me.
So that I may sound in soft, hard, and middle tone.
Now and again
The the life that I look through my eyes,
The happiness that i felt in my hearth,
Had turned me to wolf at my neighbor's dogs,
And had anointed my body with the perfume of attraction
And i send odour of affluence.
Beware of me! Before I push
I sit lonely on my arm in ambush,
Cunningly on your fence,
For I guarded your defence.
( deblackpoetpoems)
©2019
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