Hangdog

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the springs of doubt pants 

aloud in my forgotten itches 

causing every moist skins weeps

for miscreant fames scenes


the scorching pain has founds Einstein tools 

taking merry for bitter funeral 

in a cluster thought of thought 

bubbling up  amidst saving cage of freedom

weak cells saves no room to wisdom


one time it stops 

another times it rains 

clearing all tracts 

as we walk the life paths.


Ayeni Taiwo

©2022


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Ayeni Taiwo said…
I feel weird doing this. Maybe I am? can't tell. But for the sake of the my future reader, don't make that face yet, you are included also since you are reading this piece. I will like to say this and of course you are free to derive the interpretation to this poetry on your own, I promise you I won't deprive of that. why would I in the first place.
so here is what I have to say, be hopeful and dream endlessly. Because this is what made us a living being. What are you doing in that tight corner sitting in discomfort and depression. Stand up, adjust your position and be happy because happiness is free, why should you be left out. So dream on and live on.
1 May 2022 at 05:07
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