UNFIT


Morose mind, sobbing soul and hot heart
Inner man, in a prolapsed agony being sunk,
Yet this skinny skin ever proves a negligence
Yet this boastful boggy body denies to stink. 

Sweat in vain, blood- a stressful product
This temple is lackadaisically fine-tuned,
But of a softly smiling suffering's story; 
Who shall hear and give a up-down nod?

Across an horrific pedestrian route
Slowly as I keep zapping the street, 
Finding worse aghast in a barren today
As tomorrow I was hoping yesterday.

Like a seed planted on solid rock- no hope
This ill race of life, I wish I could re-run,
I wish I don't die, I wish I could return
If I can't befit, I wish I could retreat.

But as I go, this board keeps telling me
Maybe now I'll believe it's speeches; 
That it shall soon be befitting,
This unfit journey. 

#PsalmsInk 
#For_A_Depressed_Mind

© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

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