I wasn't in Tonga

December 12, 2022

I wasn't in Tonga

Neither was I in Kiritimati,

But I was the first to see the dawn of the new year.

Heaven has passed me by a hundred times

And each time it passes

It drops a gift.

Yet another cross to bear, for another season.

I am a god; I am a weakling

Yesterday makes me stronger than today

And today makes me weaker than yesterday.

I have fallen a hundred times

But not for once did I break,

Look! These are the bruises.....

I am the sun that never shines

The rain that never falls

The boy that never grows...

Nightmare.

I am the plan that never works

The dream that never comes to past

The prayer that never gets answered.

False hope.

Girls likes to paint the portrait of boys like me,

But each time they paint,

They see nothing

Because I am the mirror that never reflects.

Darknes

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AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO

Kolawole Emmanuel

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