Thoughts Ordeal... Poem by Kolade Seun

These are my thoughts
These are my words
These are the worlds
in which my thoughts live.

Slimy, sloppy, sinking,
Are the textures that make the component of the world I live in.

These are the clothes with which My thoughts are clothed.
Tattered, tauntful, tale to tell,
About the clothes that clothe my thoughts.

The inhabitants of this world I live
Are the surreptitiously conscious loving ones.
They await the certain miss-take of my thought.
They devour my thought on its slightest change to food.

In this world I live,
I live to save my thought from this little devil called tongue.

The measure of the malicious nature of this world I live in is wider than the Atlantic.
See my abysmal ordeal in this abyss?

Who'd help me I want to ask?
Who'd save me I plead within?
Who'd wipe my large tears without facade?
Who'd give me more than sympathy?