The Voice of Pain


Kunle Olawale

As each second passes

I feel stabs from a million shattered glasses

I feel like my days are numbered

And every sound of my heart-beat is thundered

I feel like a bird just learning to fly

"The next minute"...I feel like an old man ready to die

My gauge reads:"Empty"

But my assignments are still plenty

Choked with the stress of suppressing my fears,

I sometimes feel like succumbing to tears

Though gagged by the strength of my pride

I'm still haunted by these weaknesses I hide

Listen as my soul screams

For my heart and mind have become rival teams

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