ON MY CLIFF OF WORRIES
There I was on the cliff of my worries,
Rusty in my looks with my loss of calories,
Dusty all over like I just got out from the mine,
I moved feebly on and far away from fine.
The closer I got to the edge of this cliff,
The questions popping up from every side were "What if?",
I couldn't comprehend in time with the presence of the question marks,
They kept popping up everywhere in their numerous packs.
Inches away from the edge,
I felt separated from sanity by a wedge,
This was me walking around in my thoughts,
No hope whatsoever to try and put together the disjointed dots.
Finally at the edge of my worries with my heartbeat intense,
The questions earlier started to make more sense,
What if I decide to jump off this cliff?
Would there be salvation waiting for me beneath the reef?
With the wind of questions blasting me from every angle,
I spread my hands and closed my eyes as I dangle,
I took the leap in a turnover with my face up and eyes opened wide,
My whole life flashed before me as I startled back to reality knowing fully well that death couldn't provide me with a place called salvation to hide.
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...
