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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