Vaingrace

I hear the warning but I can’t,

It’s more like I'm turning my back on you-

While I see the finger, I cannot deny

I willingly spurn your help and I cannot comply.

Your word I kick against the dust, my dust,

Like one who’s offered water but still cries of thirst.

Where then can my salvation come?

Where does it lie?

I'm buried in my own filth-

Save me please-

But no! You save me and I return still-

Save me please-

But no! You save me and I return still.

Will several seasons come by before this madness ends?

Before I fall in so deep and don’t wake till I'm dead?

Do I want me dead?

Desperation fails me, for I thought me desperate,

But alas! I enjoy the deed; else I’ll stop at every warning,

Run away once I see the sign.

Wretched me than I am, wretched me,

Woe to me for the remembrance of it,

For the enjoyment of it, gripping me tightly till I choke-

I'm out of air and I still sleep-

I'm out of air and I still sleep.

I'm out of air and I still sleep.

Reviews

[Patricia]

I love this piece! Bravo! Yes it is painful but artistically it is beautiful. Well done. :)

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

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