A Poem Poem by Blessing Asake

ideology of a man, reference
to the universe
the soul of imaginations,
laughter for writers,
invisible onion of earth
that makes one cry.

joy of the past is an
allusion to present,
who can stand and take a
look, when imaginations
keep disturbing,
what the hell going on.

the stories behind the image
are unseen,
happy moment that made
a writer is unimaginable,
the taste of memories can no
longer hold it sweetness.

alliteration of words, can they
make me happy?
shuttle together buh deep I'm
lost,
in the world of a writer genius
only live by writing,
A poem.