Still, these naked eyes saw nothing,
Peeped on the clasping breeze
Even at the gasping leaves.
Hard, and hard the mirror steered at me
I felt my heart pound of unease
Huh! Life of books with a loud splash fell
And then, the moan of doves; the clangs of fear.
Of the bag of green apples...
Teeth to tit, pretty ugly caresses
Teased to hell, like the fool's kite
A night of nights...
Sweet, indeed attractively disheartening pill..
To undress this growing ill
Whoosh, this cloak of stigma!
Incensing my bloating nostrils
If I have a shiny blinking gun
I could, invoke a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the rays
On this skull of pains..
Written by Bankole Kolawole
Edited by: Bamgbade Bams Adetoyese
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