Right from get-go, I suffer.
And there is nothing to offer,
the world at large.
But life opens assurance page.

In the morning, I suffer,
thinking afternoon will offer,
my thought seems parfidy,
my thoughts are to be my energy.

Among the Lions I am.
My fingers removed where I am,
the pains are unbearable,
the sufferness is unforgivable.

I cried the first day I came.
I wish the smile doesn't come;
like suffering from megalomania,
or could it be paraplegia?

The hope will surely come.
struggle continue, it'll come.
Not just for a visit,
it will forever sit.

success will be my more.
Joy will be my more.
After miasma and quagmire away,
success appears my way.
© Ayodeji