Danger Signs Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

This wind of no change,
Brings me no succor
In meeting my needs;
Or freshness in my lungs
Only jabbing me in rhetoric:
Play-acting as in a wedding,
Drama that is not;
Like shadow-boxing,
That is far from factual

Instead the sleep of darkness
Is crawling on my trauma:
If it does overwhelm me
I pray my ashes
Accede to dance with the wind
To places and people
When next reincarnated
Would avoid same strife and struggles
Fortune I have thrashed reaching, this life time