Oluwanifise Olamuyiwa

The Drowning I feel I'm drowning in a pool of my own trapped emotions, I see my life flashing like a motion picture keeps rolling and oh how loud she calls, how much the rains pour out from my inner being. What is this Panging of utter sadness and despair? To feel the pain of another is but a blessing, no a curse to be spent on wondering how I can make the world a better place. My words sound so cliché yet they don't, as who can truly say they feel the same way, do you know what this ache feels like? Better yet, do you know what it means... Who will tell my story when I'm gone? who will be there when the shadow of death turns around? It's almost funny to think how people can be so self-righteous, only if I could laugh or speak. What does it mean to have a voice? How does it feel like? What do you say to someone who tells you they know what it feels like when they've never had to close their eyes and imagine another life. What's it like to have a million thoughts racing through your mind like a stampede? How does it affect the way you relate with others? How are you treated when you're different from everyone else because you're special? Do you believe in miracles? I guess you must be privileged enough to have such fantasies, tell me, would you like to know pain? Not the anger you feel when you don't get what you want. It's the ache you know that's being there for long, the throbbing wound that won't heal, the woodpecker that won't sleep, the ravaging wolf that won't go away. He knows what this feels like, this familiar enemy yet so close you almost wish it were a friend, I would love to know what being normal feels like but I'm afraid I can afford the imagination of such a luxury. Goodbye, dear visitor, I hope you remember me. Many have come and gone, they passed by in search of good deeds to accomplish, their own battles hoping to overcome. I only asked for a kiss not born of pity but of love, tell me is that too much to ask for?