MY STORY (A POEM WRITTEN BY CRYING PEN ✒)
I am the prodigal son of my father
Whose Achilles heels can’t be known;
I’m the encapsulated soul of the ethereal;
The alien in the midst of aliens
I’m the one whose wings have broken;
Broken like the demented shackles of Lucifer–
Lucifer whose abode I now reside
I have been in hell for long,
Hell now becomes meaningless
Like a squabbling kid,
Or even like the game of sudoku.
I have dined with the devil
And struck a bargain with him.
My soul for my bread;
Yes, for my bread
I’ve refused to be a bitter leaf
But, my quill drips blood
Blood emanating from a broken soul
© Abdul Ganiu Ajibola Bello. Crying Pen.
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