Stuck Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

STUCK
I'm stuck between the walls of weakness and shades of stress,
Stress served me breakfast in bed, she made me a mug of fear,
I eat from the stew of struggles, my heart a home for weariness,
Pain bounces back and forth inside my head like a soccer ball,
My body burns and bleeds with burden on how to study the next page and chapter of my book.

In my pain, I create my best piece with the entrails of my pen,
My pasts are proportional to my present in presenting a paragraph,
Despite the raging desire of the beast in me to grovel in pleasures,
All I could do is to let go of the pleasures and let my pain pave a path,
A race won through stresses and struggles in presenting the perfect words to read and write.


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POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA