22nd October, 2015 Writers

I really want to fly
but my sky, you see
is now thick with lies
ready to drench me
in unpleasant consequences

I do want to progress
but my road is tarred
with regrets from missteps
making every effort
worse than i can take

I’d love to be hopeful
but my eyes are blur
from a grieving heart
Hence, i am blinded
to whatever new paths exist

  • I’d like to move on
    but what do you do
    when the tunnel is still dark
    and you’ve given up
    on ever getting to the light?
Lagos, Nigeria
  • It's not my fault...

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