Dankaro Osazee Poems
- The Bottle In My Head There is a bottle in my head, Whose ...
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- Lonesome Sleep I am lying on my bed of feathers My eyes ...
Osazee Dankaro was born in Benin City, Nigeria. Educated at the University of Benin, he is a Chartered Accountant by profession. more »
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The Bottle In My Head
There is a bottle in my head,
Whose lid I keep tightly shut.
But even with all my might
The gas within, long over full and bubbling
Still try to get out
Though I do not wish it to.
Because, for every whiff that escapes
Out comes biting cynicism and a disgruntled personae
For every puff, a physical out lash is the result
Of anger and rage and madness.
Perhaps I have kept the bottle for too long
And its contents, my despair, has festered
Frustrations, disappointments, anger, malice
All mixed into a bitter foul smelling gruel.
Maybe it is time to let in ...