AT THE MID-WAY by AGBAAKIN AMIABLE JERRY
It is at the midway when we are entangled.
A moment of perplexity surges.
Like blood in a damaged blood vessel.
It is at the mid-way when the landscape.
Of our destination pops up its hidden
Placing the soul in a dilemma so
Where the facade of our home gleams
swiftly across the ruptured mind.
I apologize,Fate,but i cant go back.
For a man knows how to draw the line.
Only a real man will resist the urge.
To erase the mark rid of precision.
And inexistent accuracy.
So,here I come disturbed.
Stirred by the endless movement of the
For to go back is a nightmare.
Yet the destination is unknown.
Wreathed in its mystical mystery.
One day,i will reach there.
And smile at the remembrance of the mid-