Seeing your troubles dance around you
You stare at the green bottle
Tempted by the seductive drink
The scent grips you hard
Taking
it all down at a shot
Your
pains leave you like a dead man’s soul
But
it doesn’t go alone
As
it is the greedy tortoise
Taking
your sense of reality with it
Unknowingly
blabbing out all secrets and truths
Seeing
yourself as high as the eagle
As
proud as the peacock
Feeling
you can trap the wind
But
you catch nothing instead
Slowly,
it wears off
And
Reality comes knocking at your door
“Open
up and face me!” he threatens
Your
troubles rise up once again
And
that little pleasure park of joy
Can
be seen no more
Written
By
Okoli
Beulah
JSS 3B
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