Lost Strengths Poem by Ojedokun Adeola

When sudden smiles turns sour, silence creeps in stealing talents
replacing hopes with dreads, then the desire for a better life calls for feed within thousand ripples, or may be more.
Those letters can only link a parchment, can't restore lost fragments.
Words are better done than said when life counts slowly on beats.
Even a rich pitch switches off letting pains linger more on the face.

Skins long lost to violence count on rescue but rescue beckons on the immotal being for help.
If only life could be patterned to fit chains.
Now seems rough;
there's no then, no now, no future for a still presence.
Siezing breaths we all encounter, life we seek, shapes we; mind, health, soul, transforming dreams, childhood dreams flames hurting our now and pestering our future.