In the depths of the well I heard it is stone dark There are whispers, too low to tell I tell you this for a fact I am not lost in my tracks They say the truth is light But then I’m not near to it either. I know the rules Fragile glass like tools I held it in my hand Boom! Crash! Did I just hear it break? Off course it did I am an authority I obey no one, not even the ‘only one' Yet I claim of a love untold Desiring everything that doesn’t speak of it When I’m told of my flaws I cake My temper so hot I bake, So hard, cracks develop I deform, I spill Yet I don’t seem to see I am walking with the truth A torch and stick in hand I claim to know A love soo strong and true Yet my actions depict these words I’m about to tell you That I am a walking blind With the truth, yet I’m blind Blind with pride Blind with ignorance Who will set me free So I can see I am a light but walking blind Lord! Deliver me!...
There on the river bank lay the account that will flourish and nourish this inspiration of ours... Opps sorry, I forgot it's not time for stories. Well, I'm a Nigerian writer, Jasmine Elimimian who loves telling stories, interacting with people and communicating my thoughts through creative writing or you can call it poetry. Although I studied Civil and Environmental Engineering, literature had always been one of my favorite subjects. I hope you enjoy the journey through my mind. I love Feedback