Dear 'Friend',
I do not know if I have been a true friend, because for
sometime now I have been that hammer with a mouthpiece that has relentlessly
delivered blows of discouragement upon the frayed tissues of your quivering
heart.
I am the one that stared at your at reflection in the mirror
of tenacity and spat bile on your face as you tried to face every facet of the
phases that faced your face.
Forgive me if you choose, for applying the safety catch when
your muscle steadied the muzzle and the bulls eye was scribbling its Will.
I told you the beautiful was not good and screamed that the
good was not beautiful, leaving you single, lonely and miserable.
I am that manacle of doubt around your anxious ankles-
nailing down...holding back...restraining your feet teetering at the sea of
bliss.
It is I that advised you to grasp at her shadow as the
substance of Lady Fortune sauntered by.
I was the clamp that shut your lips from glorious oratory
and drew from your unwilling tongue the spittle of unsolicited inanity.
I plead guilty to announcing your youth at the dimming dusk
and made your grey prance at infantile dawn.
I am the enemy that welcomed you to early bedtime and left
you lying listless at the vibrancy of sunrise.
I punched you in the nose and forbade you to bleed.
.....But if you would keep your passion ablaze, then I'd be
as powerful as dew upon a rock basking in the tropical sun.
You must kill me, that you may live!
Yours Unfaithfully,
SELF.
KUNLE OMOPE
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