I was –
In past
hollow, void of self – of poise trailing the grubby path of others; strived –
Fiercely
striving to dance the chant of opaque tune
Discordant
Harmony not for me but them
Whose
chant it was; and always be – still I bent
Inclined
to cacophonic melody of them; not mine
In days
of yore – a ghost, many not see yet know exist
Not
seen – not known by many; but in tales of woes and
Those
of whimsical laurels – delusive success doable but
In
fairyland – I was; aye I was!
In
belated days – was amidst the herd in adulation of
Shepherds;
shadowing paths they strolled
Gone
soon! Days I wore pretence in charade of them – those
Ostensive
patrician seeming to be
Once
clad myriad characters like a thespian
Without
an act, acting the lines of them – others!
Was
that carnivorous lamb dwelling the abode of lions
Grappling
with self, with nature – grappling to be
To
sprout hefty size, abyssal voice, to be – come
But nay
never could be
Afore
gods – our gods; did made gravely orisons
Cravings
untold that in cave beneath
Sink my
craven, the same that precluded from
Befitting
natural self: I was – sought to be – them
Was
once a simile; in fierce battle to be
Be – come
metaphor, to correct nature
The
gaffe it did made – but nay nature made no error
‘Twas I
the error that failed to realize whom I’m
Was
once a masquerade, existing the existence of others
But now
I am – I’m me!Poem by: OLA OGUN
