My Addiction

For the eyes that rain till it turns blood
For the heart that bleeds till it turns water
For the mind that aches for anything, but mud
For the hand that hate is what it seeks to slaughter.

Only if it was easy as it seems
Opening up, and pulling weeds out
Only if the world was just like my dreams
Only then would i wake everyday without doubt.

Needs are balls to put behind a post
Nothing ever made last a thousand night
Nothing cross my coast
Needing help that i won’t give all my might

Eventually, we can’t stand as sole
Even if we scream it from dusk till dawn.
Every word i say should fill a hole
Ensuring most of the pain is gone.

Victor Oyedele