Life in solitude
There's a place legs stutters to walk
lips quivers and spits out breaking words
when an image of its depth pops in,
a place lost men live to hide
away from the past that hangs on their throat
they walk in shackles, stranded
with a hollowed voice silence overrides
their eyes holds pages of dark memories of
where the moon burns and stars stings,
where the breeze pierces like the head of daggers,
when too much peace brings more fears
men chants their name like zeus
but they knew themselves as fragments of Hades
their face breaks with haunted smiles
and ride with infinite faces to hide their deed
men named hero, but they knew they're psycho
men named healers, but with gouge left unhealed
they break inside day in and day out
hoping the end feels the pains in their hollowed voices
they say "let's take more of a walk
maybe the end may come for us.
Written by: Adedeji Raphael
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