Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Rhyme

Tired But Surviving

I silent them all, in sweet confusion... 
Without any form of agitation 
That could promote tough sensitive violence, 
Cum the targeted aim via annoyance. 

I brief them all into falling failure, 
That keeps degrading their young minds pleasure, 
Without possible mastery of goodwill, 
Cum troubling care dreaming to stand there, still. 

I cut them all off in near distance hot form, 
That seems weak to get back on... or transform
Another chance to hook up lovely plan
Without letting go ease, till peace be ban. 

I keep up with writing to make hints; fresh... 
Cum wandering war receding to refresh.

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