GHOST OF THE PAST
Born out of the ashes of unwanted memories,
The merchant of confusion drags around with its fairies,
Insincerity ensues in the wake of its presence,
The level of distraction it leaves behind is always so intense.
Weeds begin to sprout,
The stream of memories become a rout,
Clever enough like the infamous tales of the tortoise,
The merchant of distraction is also a master when it comes to the game of tease.
Split decisions become an issue,
Indifference becomes a case among the few,
The perpetrator of confusion delights in indecisions,
Its afflictions are done with adequate precisions.
Be wary about the robber of focus,
Cluelessness is the way of its course,
Those who pay attention to advises escape its wrath,
Those who ignore end up losing their ways in every part.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoetryBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
