Category : Poems

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I
Meters over meters,
I journeyed the miles till i reached my tenth kilometer,
Like a writer who decides where to pour his ink on,
So i departed away from my threshold,
Where i battled with my thought within the premium of my actions.
II
I took a walk,
Roaming on the street of my heart with thoughts,
Like a Zombie looking for whom to devour,
There the tears poured from the eye of my clouds,
Till i got drenched in pains of coldness,
And got soaked in my own very salty liquid called my Tears.
III
To where will my actions lead me?
Where would my thoughts take me?
For the forces of my heart keep pushing like the massacre of the third Battalion,
Leading to desert of unfulfilled dreams,
Where hope are burried and fears are resurrected.
IV
A time to regurgitate my worries,
To excrete the meals of fear and despair,
Just to have a free passage through my mind,
Like a seeker who sourjourns with a compass.
V
Not as a master of my fate,
But a true respecter of my Actions.
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THOMAS OLUWATOSIN
©Fearless Lines