OO Seven

I bore a soul

With the depth of Marina's Trench

Still, innocence

Ran as shallow as the water's edge

Beheld my reflection

On the surface

And I said...

Better yet, I declared

"I cannot fear what's not been written"

Categorised my,

Infatuation with

‘Proving people wrong’ as a

Healthy addiction:

A sickening medicine that keeps me

Independently dependant on

You…

Consuming the syllables,

And digesting the phonics

That you utter

In fact,

Mutter under your

Unforgiving breath

Forgetting

Exactly

The disposition

I embody.

Success is poorly defined

Without completion.

Neither man,

Nor machine.

It is a matter for the mind

On a mission.

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-Ope Oduwole