Along These Lines Poem by Adeosun Olamide

An evidence of my deterioration is my telling,
The seek to be or that it be in your knowledge,
To be thought, that this nothing,
This rust once shined and was something.
In that vein of falsehood,
I delude myself with those blind,
That whisper what they thought they gleamed,
And for what they thought they gleamed,
I have enwreathe myself in their gazes.
Did I ever, glister?
Am I rusty, for I must have glistered to rust_?
It is the facade that wears,
The robes I am veiled, that rips,
The darkness I have sought, that is invaded.
And now out, I was nothing,
And now I am the mere extension of the nothingness,
And it is of this, I deteriorate!