Sometimes, the sun is dirt in my eye I prod with long optimism
I know precarious nights I put on hold waiting badly for
Light to find me and when I write a poem like this I think I gratify
Darkness but I don’t care not anymore often times I trap quietness in my room
I interrogate exploding silence at the avalanche I raise my pen
As an obligation/objection to pent up frustration I am restless
Like breath kept in a severe tooth-ache I slash the stereo of memorial songs
And skip persuasive interruptions to dreams I build with tenacity dreams that
Self-destruct a minute away from light I chisel myself into a pyramid of conflicts
Something tells I’ll soon climax on options pitch a tent at the zenith of
My own suspense and endure vicissitudes as comic relief because denouement
Is irrational and resolution is not always what it shouldn’t
Goodness Olanrewaju Ayoola is a Nigerian poet and teacher of English who reaches out to poetry as escapism from the contentions within and around him. His poetry has appeared in Dust Poetry, Glass, Pangolin Review, Oddball Magazine, Ethel Zine, and elsewhere. He is a Best of the Net Award Nominee and author of Meditations (WRR, 2016). Say hi @GoodnessLanre
