Survival Isn't Ours Poem by Oluwatosin Thomas

A fleeting glimpse into this world,
Where day wears the face of night,
And night mimics the sun's bright guise—
A city's mirage, ever shifting.
But oh, this place is not my home.

II
Voices gather, calling me fortunate,
They say to exist is a blessing.
Yet I thread my thoughts like a silent song,
Winding through the viper's gut—
A gift adrift, unseen, unsung.

III
Life dances wild in reckless grace,
A rise, a fall, a dizzying pace.
And in the end,
Even the fiercest hearts may break—
For Survival spares not even the strongest.