Omolola Oladotun David

My life,
A Mirror of Many Antagonism
A Believe in Deception
Rooted in love surrounded by Thorns
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So tiny was I.
Happy could I remember
Forgetting my hen
And accepting to be a duckling.
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The day is new
With lots to spit out
With all characters borrowed
Surprise suppressing the silent lamb
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She’s beautiful
So beautiful she is
Like the crown of the royals
Like the garment of Zeus
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Before them I stand
With nothing but praises and accolades
My heart fills with pride
With great sense of the aisle bride
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I miss my baby,
My precious jewel
My inestimable companion of priceless pearls
One with whom lies my heart without fear
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I live with almost all but nothing yet lacked
Yet I haven't enough.

Took the best from the best
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All I ever wanted was love
Love to conquer my inestimable fears
Fears long built with many foundations
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I weep,
Soaked and drenched in the tears of what I see

What my emotions tries to perceive
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Even if it appears all Vague
Confusing with impossible pictures,

Even though it all becomes a sudden mirage
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Am surrounded by Victory
Nevertheless with many wounds as Victor am called
Yet to look beyond I must
As same voice I hear say
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Mystery consumes my fairy soul
With my hopes dashed within in tiny holes

Life is stolen from me so cold
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I live with almost all but nothing yet lacked
Yet I haven't enough.

Took the best from the best
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My conception had I drilled so deep
With believes in all as tales
Folks or fairy I never bordered
As Lagos to me was herself a wonder
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My mystery I seek to put on you
Yet with no knowledge of what to do
A lie you never must swallow.
For my actions are clear yet shallow  
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Yet again I find myself
Drenched within my personal fears
At the very point I rise to smile
Within my utmost search I find yet another scare
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Many lies have I been told
With none verified yet had to behold
This one lie was I groomed into
Nurtured and buried hitherto
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It's been yester-years of lost memoirs
A history I had left to lie below
That the visions of later may stand firm
Yet filled with many still unknown
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Why live?
The skies are too long
You can't get there
Even when you try
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I write not because it's what I want to do,
Rather, this is what I must do.

I write not because there's nothing else to say,
But because you're everything I ever prayed.
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