Folayemi Akande

Freshman - 729 Points (02-12)

He Is Just A Friend - Poem by Folayemi Akande

Threads on my head were still straight cut, Birches were yet to begin their homages, Amidst the depth of the showering spring habit. The spiral downward of the veery was yet to take the melancholic pitch. The Nile was yet to wear the white morning veil When poverty, my friend, left me on the fancy pedals of time. It's been two years since the same sun set on us Then was yet the ugly hands of time on my fresh skin strong as fawn was he, at his flush of youth, When Our disseverance was spelled by the wielding hands of time and sweat. I have yet to sneeze away our last escapade The one we had in the belly of chambers pouch; His profound lures of penury, not appraisal of virtue. My friend is a curse to good, an ally of bad He takes virtue and beckons it away, and makes you in a vice and forces to it stay And then camps in you an totalitarian reign Where no Lord dreams to at no life time visit. He is just a helpless friend in need of company. He is just a friend who plays the mother role in lives of many He is just a bad company that tells us their is something to fight for. He is just a friend...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015



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