Dyslexiod
Waiting for a marathon quest; Feasting on every page gallery; Holding up to the wandering gaze In ecstatic pleasures. Wanting nothing but wit In its purely refined form undilute. Yet, it all seems like stargazing Forgetfulness another gazing Guest we've welcomed quietly Even solid relics are now antics I read; you read; we've burnt the night adroitly, When our eyelashes clap tirelessly before resting. How, how can we sail on our utopic cosmos ? How, how can we? How can we manoeuvre our errors quest, When all pathways are made of steel maze; When our sensory power house suffocates, Bleeding floods to cool its tensed nerves. How can we, you unruly child? Now, Let's hold hands no more, As your romantic journey ends with me. Forgive our unborn treasure Whose pride I've hoped to guide privily From your seductive gaze Till you die in desolate . Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read Previous post from same poet. Next post Photo credit: pexel