I
In this
position
My
story is an exception-
A
passionate execution.
My
beginning
Was at
the inception of misery;
Multiplied
opposition-
Human
and supernatural
And now
lament is ritual.
I am a
predestined individual
But it
don’t seem that my faith’s got collateral.
Since
my beginning
Tragedy
has defined the essence
Of my
existing
Now I
reminisce
In this
place of memory’s evanescing.
Cause
from my childhood
The
good I dreamt
About
youth
Remained
true fantasies-
Fairy
tale excesses.
The streets
are the crematorium of destinies,
The
cemetery of dreams.
And nobody
else has been schooled like me
On this
thesis.
I’m
letting my pen bleed
As I
preach with my soul’s ink
On the
lethal repercussion of human greed.
See me
in flesh and blood
Rotting
in poverty’s spot,
Evil
super-imposed before my eyes.
In this
gangster’s paradise,
It’s
difficult to breathe
Cause
the polluting multiplies.
I have
witnessed the sun bow down to darkness,
I have
struggled with the rage of madness,
I’m
living in the eclipse of goodness.
Surviving
the time is impossible.
The
days are apocalyptic
And
decay is inevitable.
II
In this
position
My
mission has reached a conclusion.
As I
battle this pollution
Stash’d
in a corner
Like
some wasted leftover.
Take a
journey thro’ the windows of my eyes
Into
the catacomb of a persecuted mind
If you
can visualize
What
you can’t feel.
I sweat
blood to earn a meal
And
that was no big deal
Cause
my nightmare was kill.
I lived
in a mansion
But situation
had a passion.
I battled
my demons
With terror
devised weapons.
Lions,
three times my size
With hell’s
option for compromise.
But then,
I had the end in view
Like a
chain-reaction on cue.
The tears
betrayed my eyes,
Made it
impossible to hide the several sighs.
Money answered
all things
Affection
became one of those things.
Friendship’s
deceit
Hurt deeply
like the betrayer’s kiss.
Mates dropped
out of school
Like what’s
the use?
No one
gives one damn about youths;
Not Papa’s
tools
That didn’t
provide enough food.
And since
there ain’t no job opportunity
In the
hood
Creativity
is one fat bull.
Trauma follows
me everywhere,
Hopelessness
fogs the atmosphere.
It rains
on a sunny day.
And that’s
the cost
I have
to pay
Since I
came to be in this position.
Akpan
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