Hunted Poem by Alufa Oke Joshua

Darkness only becomes light to every
determined eyes yet many still
lost their way when its day!
Many heart is full of strange
thought about the hardest past,
while my eyes feast on tomorrow bread path....
labour grows more in my path
yet my bread are not butters,
they accepted the past into
their future without knowledge
of hurt and tears.... now the past
is here fighting their path
while its day,
following me in darkness thou
i can see in it....who am i?
Alufalism