A Good Day To Die

Last week,
I drew a map in my head
In it lies a geography of cooked acrimony


Here I am,
Standing like a Tripod stand;
Body dredged in pieces of mind and soul
Like Ileya ram.


My soul wanders in the evil forest
In search of my mind;
Leaving my memory behind
Like a river that forgets its source.
In the sea of trees


I buried the map in my head
Pruning my hair
And distorting my life for weeks.
I became blind


And held on to the river
Like a life saving jacket
The river failed me


My life is a shred of rotten papers
My success were penned on these papers
But cast into the ocean
Begging for mercy in the layering waves.


And in the end,
I gave my clothes to a tailor
Whose best clothes were rags.



By Adetayo Omotoyosi Adeolu
 omotoyorsiiadeolu@gmail.com