Ifedolapo Ogunniyi

I searched the core
Deep down my pore
I stare at the sore
Oh God! I wanted more

I tried to do my chore
I was afraid I would sleep and snore
The pains won’t go to its shore
I looked around, no one to adore

Many times I swore
Never to visit a store
Without the man i adore
But now I will have to ignore

I can’t take this anymore
They told me all options to explore
Everything failed with a zero score
I cry and watch every night my bedsore

Will I ever hold the sycamore?
Will there ever be forever more?
Is this all a folklore?
My tears have become the omnivore

Why can’t this have a furthermore
No continuation, no wherefore
Yesterday, the garment of distrust I tore
But today it became renewed like an eyesore

You explained it all
You said we can make this work
You are the man I adore
But it seems I have you caged

Stop looking at me like that
Leave me to rant
You said you never did it
I believe you but i have to let you go.

Its a painful decision
You tried to give the best explanation
You pleaded for a suspension
But my painful conclusion
Is to let you go!!!

(c) Ifedolapo

My taboo, my secret sin,
Hidden deep, buried within.
Locked away, no one can see,
The darkness that lies within me.

A shadow that follows where I go,
My secret sin, no one must know.
A burden I carry on my own,
A weight that leaves me all alone.

My taboo, my constant fight,
A struggle that consumes my night.
A flame that burns, a constant pain,
A burden that I can’t contain.

But in the darkness, I still seek,
A glimmer of hope, a way to break free.
To face my taboo, to come out strong,
And find the peace that I’ve longed for so long.

So let me face my taboo with might,
And let me conquer my fears and my fright.
For I am strong, and I will fight,
Until my taboo is brought to light.

(c) Ifedolapo

Fate and tricks, they dance a waltz
A game of chance, with little fault
For Fate is the master, tricks the tool
In this game of life, the stakes are cruel

Tricks will deceive and tempt the weak
Fate will decide who wins or flees
The game is rigged, a constant test
For those who seek to do their best

Fate may throw us curveballs swift
And tricks may leave us in a rift
But we must stay the course, hold fast
For in this game, only the true last

So let Fate and tricks play their game
For we will play with skill and aim
And when the dance is done, we will see
That Fate and tricks cannot defeat thee

(c) Ifedolapo