Scars Poem by Lanre Samuel

That sweet innocence 
Like a flower in the bud 
Growing in a new existence 
Fresh and unflawed,
Never feared for anything
Never chained but never free.

Lived a life so endless
Saw beyond what others see
Creeping through the jungle carefully not to make a sound.
A joyful day came to an end
By the cold hands of reality
Forcibly being reeled in by the strings of fate
Twist of fate has him mending destiny
He loses his grip for another hold.

He looked upon the glorious horizon
With gleaming eyes, he toyed
Without tempering his amazement
He mused that real life was just another stage
Knowing all beauty would eventually die.!

His soul becomes dyed
with the colour of his thoughts
What? ? You thought life was a bed of roses? ?
His eye looked happy ahead and his mind concealing all the daggers,
His golden mane which was a
battle armour hid a lot of scars,
A treasure map for his pain
which he had buried deep within.

He was born with a gift of laughter and
a sense that the world was mad.
Delighted in solitude
Neither a beast nor a god.

It took a funeral to make him feel alive.
The life beyond he craves so much
A cry to know the warmth of touch
The amber gaze of broken trust
Just dreams of futile love.

As the Darkness descends
The curtains of his pupils lifted quietly
An image enters in
Rushes down through the
tensed and arrested muscles
Plunges into the heart and is gone.

Soon he was drinking in the surroundings
Air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade
Unimaginable offset by
flashes of red and yellow.

Right or wrong
He hardly cares
He is on the wrong side of heaven
and the righteous side of hell.! !