Our Fickle Frame Poem by Seyi Akin

Floods of pain burst,

spreading a nest like lava beam

Silence,

A long silence beyond the nights,

Pale face, languid looks and teary eyes.

The universal force of nature,

forces our feeble frame to earth's harbour;

Helpless, and helplessly, we consider in awe.

Enthusiasm dissipates, and fears are enforced.

we are here today, looking through the lenses of time;

we'll be gone tomorrow as though we never lived

Alas, time mocks our ambitions,

calls us all mortals for so we are.

We are soon Gone. Leaving memories.

Like thousands, gone ahead we come to the journey's end

We walked this path, the minds eye remembers

We lose daily until we so become,

that moment, they come too quickly

and too quickly we are gone.