Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Free verse

Lost

You fall... 
Off my expectations;
Short of all its chances, 
Given per time to wait, 
For your turn around
But you rather if not just-
Maybe I was really wrong
To say this bluntly maybe, 
You just turn a trick for me:
To satisfying your perception 
Of me either wrong or right. 

Like a feather, 
You stretch unto the wind... 
Yet couldn't beat its directive, 
Leading you in its own way
Ahead of unattainable quest, 
Against your will without check-
For a few minutes or seconds, 
So to say with gladdened heart. 
The beats repeatedly fly in awe, 
When reality strikes off illusion. 

Now tired:
Flying get boring to hold onto, 
You seems reaching for the ground... 
With all might to keep up with
Every breath fighting back its 
Strength to sustain the recovery
Of air rushing through the nostril... 
Ceasing the lungs to unusual breath, 
Faster than necessary into action. 

I can no longer, 
For anything come what may
Or what may not as it stands, 
With conscience or not its paint. 
As I have come to know your take:
Is considered to be mind conscious, 
Not coincidental by any force, 
To be questioned or challenged
Unto or beyond its breaking limit... 

I won't blame the wind, 
Neither the atmospheric condition, 
Nor the influence of any reflection... 
For I have seen enough out of many;
A proof of loyalty to the beast of war
Promising peace for compliment, 
To ease your switch away from doubt. 

For your change, 
It is nice to see how fast
Unto nature you have adapted, 
To the silent winds timing storm... 
When morning is turning into night, 
Before it strikes the feather long retired. 

The dark then, 
Has no direction to follow... 
Either as an end to chaos, 
Or as a path leading to death, 
Rather than watch off chain... 
Without effect of what to be. 

You slip through... 
Many a time I had tried, 
To hold you steadfastly
Into your heart beats, 
And mind reasoning realm. 

My fingers, 
Now are tired, 
Though not weak
To retry many a time

But each time
I do with or without
Willingness to help... 

You fake me with-
Such impression that 

You are fine without me.

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