Poem: Where do I go?

WHERE DO I GO?

   
 My trails, worn by travails

      I was born in a cornerstone

             close to the rail.

    I grew up not missing the

           dances in the rain.

    For my navel home wasn't

        inline with the terrace

    The sun and rain, all starts

        and fades in my face

          

     Still,

             I was in no race

      Had no experience of a meal

    Lived on crumbs of any means

       All i have was thin, no thick

     The writings on the walls

     Salvaged me through the

        pronunciation of words

      Suddenly!!!!

       It was war

    The rights of the cutlass was

         usurped by the swords

    All my beloved are gone

       Now, where do I go?

        My aliveness is iffy

    On my skin are plenty of

                blotches

   Where do I go, my shadow

        soaked with jinxes.

Poet - Olajire Damilola Muyideen (Smiling)

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