The fountain Arena

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 Read  next post Previous post  Photo credit : pexel

  The feeling you brought  are of wrought and drought our lips quivers at your mountainous pant without desires and without a messiah making our eyes roars higher our sun that smiles month ago lost it's courage to shine skylarks morn in horror rain drops without greeting the ground we've lost our future to the dark night afraid to travel through dream as we were held back by your touch hash and cold through our sweet pain our bonny skin scares the ground as our wit lost it place we've forgot the taste of laughter and the sweet comfort of joy as our dream are only clouded with myth of meat thou monster of the earth  antagonist of full belly hero of the pigs tongue seek yourself another host to wreck your greed set our lock senses aright as we embrace the next slice of crumb Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 You have read elegy to hunger, now read love ride read more post from this blog Photo credit: pexel.com