Poetry

MIRROR By Ebenezer O Ayoade

Written by Editor

I owe memory no naught
the joyful sings of old days
oh! insane long ages
I perish almost to their winds
tossing to be tamely thoughts
Fantasy that rebirths me
Crossing curse on a cursed land
Gently, looked and held arms
…………….

I rather to say I do not know where this journey would end.
The graveyard or the warm heaven’s arms?

I still do not know if I want to fight and hold my weapon high.
I am still wounded from some of previous fight

I DO KNOW WHERE TO START OR BEGIN

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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