#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take the pursuit of pleasure to extremes...
Phony affections and heartbreak make us hide the pain behind our wide grins.
Self-love we call it,
The feelings for others? We Ignore it,
Getting joy and gratification at the demise of others, sometimes we cause it,
Loneliness and a closed-off heart, our recompense,
Our desire to live, to Love, to laugh genuinely with no pretense.
We're the main characters in our story and this is suspense,
Love is perfect, two flawed people dabbling with something so flawless, how unpredictable.
Tired of walking along the lonely streets of dreams, this isn't some form of a fable.
In this world, Hero, villain, protagonist, or antagonist, we all have to play our part,
Life and its incognoscible depths, till death, do us part.


© Olatunde Gbenuola