MY CROSSROADS
I'm at a crossroad looking dumb,
Confused about the right path to take I feel so numb,
Surrounded my predators and scavengers my next step feels irrelevant,
Is this the end for something I once knew was very important?
I'm at a crossroad thinking deep about my next line of actions,
People mockingly coming behind laughing and jeering as they take to their different directions,
With no strong backups and connections,
I feel this is the end of all my surging motions.
I'm at a crossroad taking hit from the rain and the sun,
I wish God could here me say "Please it's me Your son",
With roads finely tarred and enormously wide,
Still I find it hard because my minds and legs are tied.
I'm at a crossroad gnashing hard and looking up,
I've swallowed my pride and every word like drinking water with a lousy gulp,
My situation wouldn't have been this entwined,
If only I could have asked God for the ability to make up my silly mind.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoesíaBLASPHEMY 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...
