Bleeding Scar Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

It's been yester-years of lost memoirs
A history I had left to lie below
That the visions of later may stand firm
Yet filled with many still unknown

The thoughts of my memoirs stirs up my bleeding soul
Reminding me of tomorrow how low I'd have to go

The quest remains to me so bleak
With wishes that I might just climb and hit my peak

All these I see and wish to be
Yet my soul remains so weak

Often times I'm told a lie so true
Yet this scar a mark so real

The pain I try to seek and then to feel
In vain I search but yet I feel

My quest remains and surely be
That one day the truth I'll surely see
My quest remains and surely be
That this scar one day will surely cease

Tuesday 3/April/2018 @ 10: 41pm