False Alarm

remember the story your feet told,
of days you ran from yourself
only to fall into the same story

there’s no truth nor a lie
of what has not been uncovered
remember the story your feet told.

How about the absence of guilt?
how you felt light with a conscience
of days you ran from yourself

there were times you wouldn’t budge
and times guilt would linger a little longer
only to fall into the same story

those days of yearning yet still,
those moments of despair yet filled
there were times you wouldn’t budge

you could tell when things seemed off,
when you are unto something
those days of yearning yet still

your emotions rang bells with no sound
I remember them digging wells to bury
those moments of despair yet filled.

this alarm is not true, it’s false
let your blood find a place to rest
there were times you wouldn’t budge.

Victor Oyedele & Ruddapoet