Shall I tell a Soul?
Buried within the dark corners of my heart is an enormous chest,
Not of gold but of a hidden knowledge,
A violation of the Creator's will,
A hidden knowledge the supposed worst of being would quiver for,
My heart sores from the immortality locked within its chambers,
"Tell a soul," my mind incessantly pleads,
Live there a soul that won't reject me for my misdeed?
How do I lead a life absent of scruple when my guilt hunts my nights and mornings?
Where do I flee when my guilt shades my every step like a tireless shadow?
Cried to the Creator but my voice won't reach out,
I have been sucked of the little hope hanging within,
Left with nothing but a mere speck of dustlike faith,
Who dares accept me for my worst if not the most high?
I painfully await the courage to bow my head in submission to him,
But until that moment arrives,
Shall I tell a soul?
© Babatomiwa Seriki
Not of gold but of a hidden knowledge,
A violation of the Creator's will,
A hidden knowledge the supposed worst of being would quiver for,
My heart sores from the immortality locked within its chambers,
"Tell a soul," my mind incessantly pleads,
Live there a soul that won't reject me for my misdeed?
How do I lead a life absent of scruple when my guilt hunts my nights and mornings?
Where do I flee when my guilt shades my every step like a tireless shadow?
Cried to the Creator but my voice won't reach out,
I have been sucked of the little hope hanging within,
Left with nothing but a mere speck of dustlike faith,
Who dares accept me for my worst if not the most high?
I painfully await the courage to bow my head in submission to him,
But until that moment arrives,
Shall I tell a soul?
© Babatomiwa Seriki