I told self, win!
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When the sun set gently
Under the sky's duvet sweetly,
I gazed at the fortune glory of its days
Towering my head to console my heavy face;
Seeing the soul moulding my fort
Lining in a state of consumed hope
Birthed for a prided miracle by past seas.
On, I play the squid contest
That seized my panting facade of
Mystery debt to soul and dreams,
Sending every momentary pleasure onward.
I heard this friendly old self saying,
"You've walked the part
We set together Forcefully,
Holding thy fragile heart still
You've kept us in the snow-burning abyss
Where all our comfort is rekindled
Either for mystery or a cold bath."
Hear self, hear
Give heed to trophy sage;
Spice your sour courage aright
And Keep your hunted feet onshore.
On this twilight scene, I gaze on
To witness the death of a dying sun,
And its rising from the suffering rest;
When the light was flirt on looted shine
Afar and then.
Again,
I told self in a hush voice
Loud enough to scare the deaf's ears,
"Skip all mountain and ride on all sky,
Made chunked your vocal twist
When seasons take their sit and years
Strolls with time."
Taiwo Paul
©2022
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Brief analysis
Times and seasons connote the passing of ages; However, we sometimes reminds ourselves to face a lot of difficulty without backing down because that is the reason we are made human all in all and as living organism. In this poem, the poet reminds himself of the virtues that is required for him to win. As, the things that await anyone in takes that part "spice your courage..." Enjoy!
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