Heady as I approach a conclusion,
rained in a perspective of intense disillusion.
The change of previous decisions
scheming the continuous delay of a concrete situation.
Rather, delude self by dwelling in abstract conversations conservation.
The materialization of my words
manifesting its selfish presence
Viewing prevailing priceless praise,
with underhanded and overhead projections.
A double-edged blade, making reality the one true victor of dejection
scrutinizing the unsteady hand of a main inane destiny,
guiding a prevailing phase.
Main concern overriding outside factors…
that should have a prevalent effect.
Opening the forceps of the free-flowing insecurity
Only to have drab ineffective humour to act as a cushion… to the pain felt.
Only to have time spare the attempt for giving a reason
that supposedly acts as the need for resolution.
I dwell in the kingdom of the anthology of the human feeling.
Only to find feelings are never secure and are…
infinitely frayed with rotating disposition.
© Seyi Awolesi Wordsmith 300519980150
WHY is it the only 1 who hurts is I?