Credo Catholical Poem by Oluwatamilore Daniel

Playing a game of Commoness,
light steps of conscious mersmerism,
I back the brightness,
Yet I hunger for his shame.

I come out,
I listen to the raindrops,
I stand out,
suppress the coldness.

I search for love or hate,
in this singular diversity.
This rhythmical state,
of no physical reality.

Shall I bespeak for agony?
or accelerated provocation?
The wanderer seeks bounty,
for a bountiful bond of blessing.