Poetry Play #35

poetry play

Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and El-Farouk



                This life we live in: lots of confusion

                Look up to the future: just an illusion


                Now, look into the eye of the mirror

                Do you see you, or just another error?


                I see a masked being

                Different from his reality

                Where do I find my real me?


                You will find the real you

                Waiting for you at the edge of your dreams

                Waiting to walk with you into the realm of reality


                I want to achieve goals farther than I can comprehend

                Alas, my reality comes up to obstruct me from pushing further

                When do I meet my goals?


                You will meet your goals

                When you walk up to them

                With eyes focus on the fruits of the future


                After the use of mescaline

                I came by epiphany

                Out of this, I think I need love

                To lure me off my sadness


                Everyone needs to be fired by Cupid’s arrow

                You are not an exception

                Be Mars enough, and you will find your Venus


                My Venus? Where do I find her?

                Deep in my thoughts and imaginations, will I find her?

                In reality, she never existed

                As I need her as a ‘zing’ to cure my pain


                You will find her among planets that look like people

                The smile on her face will be the crescent curve that will connect you to her


                Oh, the succour to my heart

                The cure to my pain

                Where art thou?

                For my days seem stunted in your absence


                Patience attracts good luck

                You will soon find her

                Walking out of your dreams into your embrace


                Hopes kill without reinforcement

                I await you in my milieu

                As I’ve waited long enough to die of pain.


NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7f5210ec

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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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