Omoyele
(… HER POEM …)
Sometimes I wonder where my sanity lies-
Be it in the sanity of wild thoughts and lies
or in sanitary towels of unconsciousness
where they’ve been moped dry.
Sometimes I ponder on my sanity-
What is sane in this lane of no purity
with masked dignity I tread in?
Probability is the core of every step,
Lifting one after the other with
no certainty of a landing.
Where then is the propeller of this step
that ushers into s future that stutters?
Sometimes I ponder
on the reality of my saneness-
What do I want?
What do I get?
A Zee in zeal for an a in hay or
whatever exchange is brought,
seeking for a change in the course
I never dreamt will cross my course?
Whilst pondering I wondered on and on
discovering pondering is a wandering process
that wears and tears
cos it involves running
to and fro the boulevard of imagination,
casting up and tearing down
what never was, never is and will never be,
Seeing a tomorrow of
beautiful doom from a today of tactless gloom,
Living a future without a foothold
on the fulcrum in this present,
Yet presenting and representing
realistic euphoria to fellows
in the conference room of idleness.
I really sit to think of the various yesterdays murdered
which already accrued to years or murder-
my own murder
cos I die daily
not thinking of what is left of my essence
and the depreciation in my stock of virtues.
‘tomorrow I shall start this’…
dies as a diss when peers ‘steal’
what I never had in reality,
yet I grab a seat to mourn
for the loss of the concept
I buried in the graveyard of my mind.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 1 July 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 1 July 2017.