The Journey To Stupor Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

•The Journey To Stupor•

I will drink away the pains
With these gourds by me
I will sniff away the worries
To find the usually fine me.

In pains,
I have grown to become a beast
And if drinking to pains
For an healing turns a myth
Then, I'd sniff till I find some ease.

If it becomes too tough
Then, I will wipe my memories
With some sticks to be puffed
And if that fails again, I locate the syringe And pierce this skin
Till my worries feel the drills.

If that seems unrelieving
Then, I will walk out of the rays
Into the ties of rest
Or rather the end of days
I will call it a day
In a sorrowly beautiful way.


©Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji
Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.