TRIP TO THE VALLEY OF DEATH
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
Secrets hidden away began to unearth,
Prophecies unknown to me glanced past me while I tremblingly walked,
My system was unbalanced as I felt being stalked.
Within the crooked nook and cranny of the valley,
I saw friends plotting in an alley,
With question marks all over my frightened head,
The wind whistled past me and someone is about to be betrayed was all I heard.
Within the mountain top above the valley,
I heard unison marches like soldiers on a rally,
With no one in sight to make explanations about such invisible thud,
I heard that same whisper in the wind saying they're the army of destruction preparing to come into my world.
Confused and frightened to the bone,
I took to my heels without rolling through a stone,
Kept asking myself what manner of evil dwells in this place as I ran and maintained my balance,
Kept digging deep for answers until I heard continuous knocks on my door and awoke to realize I had been in a trance.
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...
