Poetry

THE FENCE By Anna

Round, Round and Round, head goes,

Nor have I been drinking,

But, I stagger still,

Here and there, I see oppositions,

Held my head to note, what is going on.

Amazed, the dim past and future mingle,

Should I move forward or back?

I begin to discombobulate,

In this true and untrue struggle,

Feeble mind wander away.

 

The body ages relentlessly,

The soul does also,

Stop the motion! I cried….

In my nebulous hopes and aspirations,

Stood, dim slaps the eyes.

 

Make me cross the fence,

Your diagnosis I seek,

Mine seems to waver, I snored…..

My judgement, they ignored.

 

But the sky remains Blue,

Swiftly before my eyes,

Tumbling into a disguise, has it emerges,

So bright, I endure,

Looking onward, I reach skyward, the jar dropped.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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