What Next
At last, the tiny long
silence broke into the wide air.
Breaking forth with force,
and thus poluting the air.
At last, fear broke into reality
inhaling the dusty air of sorrow.
Undoubtedly disintergrated
Life! LIfe!! LIfe!!!
At last, what would become of this reality
t'is feared reality?
The days turned into the nights,
and the nights into the day.
Dislike was sought-after,
becoz, luv'd to be fought-against.
Invariably a difficult task,
could it ever be completed?
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2007
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