Monday, 17 March 2014

Sober Reflections by Aladeloba Babatunde

Dear Mama i know you must be in tears,
You enthroned me in Grace as I exited home,
It was in a bid for financial salvation,
Tired of  burden of dependency,

The crowd volume skipped my heart,
But struggle was a trademark,
I squeezed my way into the path of victory,
But i came into the terrace of rest,

There came a conquering stifle, drenched in my gasp for breath,
It was sweat and blood,
I hit the floor in voiceless screams,