#WritcoPoemPrompt1

A twisted road,
A rebellious journey,
A challenging code,
Towards life's tourney

Oh! I never thought of it,
The price for my concealed sin.
I dipped my hands in the darkest of it,
And hoped to wash it with the oblivious lake within.

Like a drunkard, I trudged frenziedly,
And attempted running beyond its weakening wrath.
But it made me crawl beneath my shattered self wearily.
Like a lost sheep I admitted the nauseating path.

Every blessed day I feel vulnerably unblessed,
Every favored chance I feel abandonedly unfavored,
Every faithful act I feel dejectedly unfaithful,
Oh! Every graceful thought I feel revocably ungrateful.

This Perspiring pathless path seems a price to pay,
For the connoisseur countless concealed sin.

©Afolabi Sodiq Abioye