Concealed Poem by Bolami lawal

Am coming out now;
Out of the box,
Your confine.
Where lower than the dust i lie
In awe of a moment like this

Am coming out now;
Out of the spell,
Your bound.
Where in misery i drank the tears of fear
Dreadful of a day like this

Am coming out now;
Out of the gray,
Your prison.
Forced to break the silence, resolute in will-
Certain; our path shall never cross again!