The Voice Behind My Curtain Poem by Adeosun Olamide

I am the rose- gulped in thorns
The sheep veiled in a wolf
I am the warmth that dwells- in fire

I am the angel in a demons hide
The mild water in a gust
I am the pulchritude in a scar

I am the verse in the babbles
The caress of a pierce
The sad wood behind a noose

It is me- that company in your lone-
That voices in your head
Listening and perhaps listening

Those who knows me- can’t tell
Those who can- don’t see
As I swing still on your curtain