OUTBURST VIII

OUTBURST VIII
I fear the lousy day would fall on me
I fear the silent night would shout at me
I fear the natural laws would reverse
I fear all of life would turn at me
To soothe my ache so I asked
How could they?
But not until I answer why me alone?
The inside world most of times
Boils like gasoline in the oven
Sleep in imagination
Wake up in the heart
That would be dream
The burden of other forms all on this vessel
I won't bend any natural law if I even could
But to reciprocate that gesture
That, a decision of a separate entity
I work, I pray and I believe
Those, to handle what they can
Perfect imperfection
Darkness and rejection
Only holy intervention
Cause of redemption
They called me a king
Like I do realise I can raise a dynasty
But how?
Inside of me
Unexplainable ambiguity
I am running low on cool
DAUDA ONAWOLA
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