My dreams of yesterday are clearer than the events of today
Dawn was but a tiny speck in the sky
When enlightenment came like a ray of light
Many roads lead to the destination
There is a written direction
Questioning itself, questioning its existence
The way is right
Where is right?
My mind is a cacophony of enjambments, no rhythm
The workings of my innerself is a mystery even I do not know
Ideas keep streaming from sources unknown
I pride myself a Marxian but
Most times Karl's words do not appeal to me
Life itself is a close friend with Nicolo
Its sides are numerous, its edges are onerous
It is laid in jagged pieces aimed at drawing blood from the man that walks and talks
And they say today will be better than yesterday
What happens today, the prelude to tomorrow?
My vision is blurry,
My eyes obsidian orifices in my skull
They see that in an alternate world there is an alternate me
With dried ink staining the mouth of her pen
Residues of painful tears trailing down her cheeks
Heart clenched tightly in thorny fists
Fingers trailing blood across the earth in ceaseless trickles
Numb. Unable to write
No escape from the demons that plague her
I look in the mirror and I see her but
Her eyes are blinded to mine
My hands are stretched out to her but
Her fingers are cleanched to a fist
I have attained peace but
The turmoil that roils in her spills over to me
Sometimes I think we merge into one and
I feel her pain, her worries, the sadness we share
Held at bay by my imaginations, my various words and
As I look at her, I see
My visions of tomorrow are bleaker than today
Oyedunmade Adedoyin (O.A.)
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