They beat violently against the membrane walls,
to escape the cell to which they have been banished.
I crouch holding myself in the black corner,
waiting as weeks turn into days, and hours to minutes.
Her sultry lips beckon to me,
so I may caress them with my fiery touch.
I see her image wandering lost inside my head,
and bash my head against the bars so as to let her out.
My vacuous stare betrays my plight;
for I have since become a companion of the goddess Lyssa.
The curls of my hair are braided with dust, majestically adorned with the crown of delirium,
and my eyes have been struck by the rod of Moses.
Set me free from thy dreadful snare,
oh madness which hath consumed me.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017
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