There is…

There is a war brewing on my inside
Between the things I do not want,
And things that want me
A past I did not live, and
A future that screams grim
It’s like gearing up for a losing battle
Where everything is coming against me
I go blurry when I am thinking
I turn teary when I am searching for whys
If I must fall then you should let go
Don’t push me and expect me not to move
Please, anyone, surprise me
with a baseball bat to the head.
Are children born a blessing
To suffer for their fathers’ sins?
There was so there is;
A frail child surviving on starvation
A young adult, lost
A man, incomplete.

Victor Oyedele