By Tijani Yasirah
Am I the only one?
With embers of varying colours
Once striking the go ahead “green”
Other times illuminating the danger “red”.
Am I the only one?
Suffering spasms of the darkened past,
Daunting today’s morning light
And screeching the light house of delight.
Am I the only one?
Feeling the throbs of clambering to the hill top
But, finds pleasure in trudging on land
Enjoying the whispers of the gentle breeze.
You mean I’m the only one,
With fleeting dreams
That my feeble heart could conceal
But left with a different dish entirely.
I just hope I’m not the only one
That signed a life contract with the naked past.
Neither should I be the only one yearning to come out pain
Nor should I be the only one eating an undesired dish.