Held hostage by two fists
I, a rubber band, lose my elasticity.
With a firm grip, I gasp for breath
& become a glass under the rock.
Sire: Life lives not in her yard; she runs errands for death.
Ma: Responsibility is a giant, he runs from it.
Nights mimic my days,
for my sleeps reek of wakefulness.
Peace dies in my heart
My pure soul is shrouded in a
pain-stained cassock.
Dilemma becomes a bone that
grabs me in the throat.
Who is here to succour?
Comfort, left with his load;
my comfort bereft of solace.
And in woes, I dwell all day
prospering in dismay.
If I were to be a bird,
I would flee to a new nest.
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About the Poet
Aderibigbe Ikmot Olaitan, a Linguistics And African Languages student at Obafemi Awolowo University is a dedicated young poet who aspires to be better in the art. She has an intense passion for didactic poems and poems that dwell on human experiences.