It Is Worth Living Poem by Oluwatosin Thomas

I

As I got sucked on a crossroad,

Like a writer whose muse melt off.

There a need to find another route,

And not to end up in chords of treadmill racing all night.

II

I pulled over my legs,

With my hazard light of hopes high,

And sigh hoping for a miracle to cross by.

Started pacing at the rear side of the road,

Counting my scores, counting my fears,

As the brightness of the day dims.

III

Like the tune of R Kelly on prayer changes things,

So I saw the light coming from a far,

Pulled over just to be my compass, my guide.

Thus, my direction he showed me.

Proving to me that only in the grave is where hopes are buried.

IV

Humanity and relationship on tightrope,

Whirlwind railing on our sails,

What exactly is the price to save this LOVE?

When we feel rejected after a hunch of argument,

Chastised with hatred and deceit from foes,

Yet in a world of our own.

VI

But in the lyrics of Alessia Cara,

God sent an angel to make me know,

That there will always be shades of beauty in every scars.

Thus; my direction he showed me again,

That only in Six feet is where hopes are buried.

VII

Life is worth living, so give it a thought,

And give it another trial, to live for another day!

For with life, hope is still growing.

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Thomas Oluwatosin

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