Poet's Curse

I groan in the pain

my fingers unlocked

I shoulda stopped

at the first word

No! Rather at the first train of thought

It rocks my body electric

It knocks me into a concussive

state of mind where reality

is dragged kicking and screaming

into a cesspool of the fictive

My fingers composed my misery

because I would not turn a blind eye

to the curse in a dead man's eyes

I am god in a zone of twilights

Shall I chop off my fingers

cause it offends yours truly?

Shall I resolve to murder

And indulge self-mutiny

I will soon die

than live a lie

Yet, what I shall choose

is solace of the words which bruise

my soul and blow my fuse.

Akpan

Holla

No matter what happens
Even if there's hell to pay,
Make that move to stay happy
Snatch the chance life blows your way.
Take that overkill pressure
And hammer it into treasure.
No matter how the drama
Knocks you, you can still holla.

Akpan