Beneath The Bed Of Mud Poem by Adeosun Olamide

From sinking days gone by
To submerging nights nearing
I run wearily on thorns, thru fire
From tireless sleep- my pursuant
Bringer beneath the bed of mud
Executioner- curses I be bewitched-
Shackled in my pursuant torture once
Where death- a messiah is forbidden
The nightmares so follows unendingly
In hell innermost chambers trapped
Upon stool reserved for foul angels
I there art, put in by sleep my curse
Here the flames, I soulless moved
Thru its different darkness- mocked
Hearing whispers tell of dimming light
Which if glowed- a listener can lure
A comer in waves that drags filth,
A sailor tiding into drown,
Plunged beneath the mud-
His death my redeemer,
To bury me- his stabbed heart the cost
Left in flames, I ashes mask me,
Keen- the fire that shall burn me,
What more flesh for it to scar,
The beasts that hid in the mist,
What more pride to hurt
Than be messiah from the realm?
And in fire of sun, my return
But I know the days aren’t over,
The nights longer breathe
Yet struggle, suffering I am gulped-
As still- my hell to hell-
From sleep that drowns- bed of mud
I run