Face My Daemon by Tosin Morakinyo

I woke up early to see
Life wriggle his waist
Without feeling a twist.

Everything was going
As planned in no rush
Unknown it was a brainwash.

Before the arrival of noon
I've been trapped in between
A sancrosanct life and sin.

My life became an oxymoron
With the duo of joy and sadness
Walking down the aisle of my sense.

I felt a volcanic eruption
Resulting into a stormy miry clay
That shook the root of my life's stay.

My life never became the same
The very instance I licked real life
Which was the honey in bee's hive.

Now that I approach my latter phase
Every covert issues became overt
As I've learnt to face my daemons all out. 
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About the Poet:

Tosin Morakinyo is an eclectic writer. His dynamism in writing has fetched him astounding accolades from all and sundry. He’s an actor par excellence as well as a poet with a peculiar niche rooted in the culture of the African tradition. He has written many poems with a view to righting the wrongs in the society.

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