Poetry

CONTENT OF MY FRUST By Adeniran Michael Oluwatobi

Written by Editor

When my soft mild eyes sore
My moment became pleasant no more
My heart strings do not play the magical rhythm anymore
My words of beauty are now seen as malice
By wolf which has master of- hypocrisy as prefix
My mood is feeling dejection

Why thy sudden occurrence you asked?
Disorderliness begins to violate
My laws of peace and brain,
My nerves feel severe pain;
All is well but not well again.
Thoughts are captured by dismay
Nights comes in the bright day
Day suffers with the night’s gloom
And happiness vanishes from the screen
I then hold my pen and write in gothics ‘bleeding pen’

The story of my sorrows and fatigue
Made me become ‘bleeding heart’
I Converge my  words on a paper
Like roses on a bunch hanging down
I feel myself in nature’s hands
Select colorers of my dream
And make a bunch of rosy words
To hide the thorns of frustration from the wicked doers!

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.