Dear Reader

I’m sure you’ve wondered
Why I write the way I do,
To find solace, and bring peace
To the flame that burns in my heart,
I wander.

Through thoughts caught in my head
With words even I don’t know sum
Of dirt, and death I have written
Some, to help spread mirth
Like butter on bread
To all who choose to listen
With both ears, eyes and heart.

Of love lost, and lust
I have written to help me
Through the many face of pain, or
Remind you that you’re not alone
If you already know what it feels like
To want and not get
Ask and not receive

For those who have not felt
I leave you a prepared tomorrow.

Victor Oyedele