Face My Daemon
I woke up early to see
Life wriggle his waist
Without feeling a twist.
Everything was going
As planned in no rush
Unknown it was a brainwash.
Before the arrival of noon
I’ve been trapped in between
A sancrosanct life and sin.
My life became an oxymoron
With the duo of joy and sadness
Walking down the aisle of my sense.
I felt a volcanic eruption
Resulting into a stormy miry clay
That shook the root of my life’s stay.
My life never became the same
The very instance I licked real life
Which was the honey in bee’s hive.
Now that I approach my latter phase
Every covert issues became overt
As I’ve learnt to face my daemons all out.
Bard Tosin Morakinyo