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.
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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