Drifting Poem by Olawale Oluwole

Drifting

Rating: 4.3


Is there any choice?
We've fallen into a pit
Where sorrow sings
And hope drowns in an endless sea.

Visions wear phantom masks
No one dares to lift.
The world spins anticlockwise,
And we row a boat
That was never ours.

Time bends.
We float, untethered,
Haunted by the echo
Of our own disquiet.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Craig Steiger 11 October 2007

very nice! just love that last line 'why are we still driving the boat/ that doesn't belong to the sea....'

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