The Ticking Bomb Poem by Oluwatomiwo Akinyemi

I live with a faceless ghost
It controls width and space
It is an illusory idea to kill
Without its domineering presence
Life is devoid of existence
I love this timeless ghost
My day revolves around him
Day by day it keeps me going
Like a wind it breezes past

I hate this life full ghost
But I cannot let go
It swings whichever way
Like glue it remains

It wields a venomous axe
Devoid of antidote
The sound it makes
Ticks me off with its tock

There Is a quest
To beat it at its own game
It takes so much
But offers little nothing

To make matters worse
It’s a spirit child
Between the boundaries of living
And the confinement of dying
There is inevitability
Of its undefeatable nature
In this exist-tension struggle
Until we crave wisdom

A piece of advice
To the dovely wise
To judiciously manipulate it
For a productive purpose

Before it explodes
After we have basked
In nefarious mediocrity
Seeking meaningless pleasures

Do not thread in trepidation
Cause after it betrays us
With its lightning speed
And we become demised

We still bask in rejoicings
Cause of its premature success
Of its excruciating pains and regrets
Does not exceed this utopia
The sucker punch it lands
Is the resolution we crave
To another world beyond his reach
Where we dwell everlastingly
Never to fall prey to its ploy