It's been yester-years of lost memoirs
A history I had left to lie below
That the visions of later may stand firm
Yet filled with many still unknown
The thoughts of my memoirs stirs up my bleeding soul
Reminding me of tomorrow how low I'd have to go
The quest remains to me so bleak
With wishes that I might just climb and hit my peak
All these I see and wish to be
Yet my soul remains so weak
Often times I'm told a lie so true
Yet this scar a mark so real
The pain I try to seek and then to feel
In vain I search but yet I feel
My quest remains and surely be
That one day the truth I'll surely see
My quest remains and surely be
That this scar one day will surely cease
Tuesday 3/April/2018 @ 10: 41pm
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A refined poetic imagination, Omolola. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.