As teenagers, there are times when our parents advice us on different and diverse issues but there is this voice in our head hell bent on leading us astray.
I was in the dark
when my frivolities ensnared me, here and there.
when they turn their back
I give a respectful sneer
Their lovely advise
incinerated they turn
as the villain in me rise
vigorously like the sun
joyful and happy in my folly i was
chasing what seems to be an easy prey
just like the hunter’s dog does
No! No! I sounded the distress call
MAYDAY! .MAYDAY! MAY-DAY!!! M-A-Y-D-A-Y!!!
when I realized I-WAS-L-O-S-T
I scrambled across every path
looking for a way back home
wandering on the surface of earth
craving, yes craving for everything I once owned
and forever heavy became my heart
I had lost my way home
I am now a stray dog
who maliced the hunters whistle.
About the Writer
Oluwabukunmi Olabode Oladoyin is a young writer who Loves to write poems. He learns to play the guitar when he is not writing.
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