Day 23: Drama's Horns

I live on drama’s horns

Where the zeal of my struggles

Are daily reborn

It’s only natural for me to bleed

I am like  thriving weed

The steadier I run my  course

The more society hates my balls

In the eyes of all who behold my progress

I am a wary process

My tranquility is spiteful commotion

Truth is I find it impossible to belong

As I take a long look at this misery

Which I call my life

I bow down in repulsed reverie

To spit on a rotten plight

If life is a mansion

I live in the servant’s dungeons.

I won’t be surprised when I wake

If I find myself in passion’s grave.

Akpan

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