Hide Poem by Adeosun Olamide

I am like him, this man
-In a shade, a depth, familiar
Naked, in the cold, upon a desert
Our souls perduring in perdition
Souls drowning, in a bottomless void
He cannot taste, he can't scream,
-He can reach, but won't, the nothingness
Looks, like a mist of conceit,
-It is no mist-
But smoke, sands, that engulfs him
He tried
-To fill the urge, sinned! Prayed!
But would linger, the immortal void
He tried- away, around the circle
-Detaching himself from a spot-
Hoping to sink, to be raised in some delusions,
Some heaven- another hell,
Something different,
But he is given- deeper into the emptiness
The familiar
And add, heaviness on his rusted soul
-Starving, he began to thirst for violence
Maybe a rape, maybe a murder…
He starves on-
But through, the odor of God,
The echo that transgresses iniquity remained
And they reminded him, of a sermon
One from the children of God
They hush him, they whisper, they tell him
They point!
It is his eyes; the lens shelters the demon,
They tell him- to save himself
And show him blind people smiling
He, blinded- his angst thrives still
Like from the darkness_ renewed,
Energy, vigor, an elan for his hunger!
And cheated, condemned to a suicide
He screams,
I hear his voice, there is pain in it
And it sends poison up my vein
But all through, the odor of God,
The echo that transgresses iniquity remained
And they reminded me, of a sermon
One from the children of God
So, deaf- the voice echoes still
I hear, two victims, the deception-
But dead, the echo that transgresses iniquity, dead
And I, not blind_ do see
As set upon, aye upon
A vengeance on the children of God