Written by: Olajide Adelana

There is nothing divine 
in the stir of silence amidst this soul 
Pain was left to heal, 
Scars suddenly trodden with relieve 
A drop of water per minute, 
rows rumbled with columns 
for this bucket is far from half-full 
A jagged aura of Venus 
hovering with a wondrous grin 
farewell, there is no cause to worry, 
like the quote of good demons 
A world without worry 
a world in a lone glory 
wonders of beauty 
Danger grows and puddles 
in the mind of solitude 
Despicable and deadly volt 
safe and secured for it will never get out 
A word that was left unspoken 
is now a sword cutting through the downtrodden