THE VISITOR
I
Like the tale of the prodigal son,
I delved into the realm as i laid on my sofa,
Confused with no clues for direction.
As the wind blew me on the face,
Leaving the strand of my saliva on my cheek
II
At night, nature's bliss summons my soul to sleep,
A hard knock hit up my heart,
Shaking the joinings of my cords, staggering like wrecking balls against a wall.
A visitor, Thief, Predator or ?
III
He entered and stared at me in anger like a soul from the seat of the scornful,
As i managed to devour his identity from my sleep,
He scolded me and hit me so bad with a heap pound of his elbow.
With the touch of his hand, he remolded me into another form.
IV
Night ends, morning breaks forth, as the fragrance of light beckoned on me,
I woke like an obstreperous rapist looking for whom to devour,
I stretched and sighed like a prostitute whose night wasn't favorable,
Looking up to the sky as though i was singing "I surrender all"
Then i couldn't understand what the message was from the hard knock.
V
I sailed on to wash off the bad energies bringing forth the bad lucks,
The Visitor, Thief, Predator or ! Came again
Dealth with me with the heap pound of his elbow again,
To make me have a rethink like a man of my own.
Indeed, the visitor...thief...predator or !
Is one true friend in a mask, my ethical perspective of life,
Showing me my home awaits my return.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
© Fearless Lines
2021-02-17 08:31:47
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