Trapped Poem by Bolami lawal

Between our joy and our deepest sorrow
between our pain and our utmost pleasure
between each sphere of woven woes
and the scarry shadow of shame,
a dear tressure is trapped in trance
lost in the orbit of its grimmest foe
struck down by a plague of fear
roving farther from its place of rest


behind the radiant cloud
comes the sterness of the sun
the unyeilding courage of hope
the triumphing chant of victory;
just a mile away from pain
a feet apart from shame
we'll find a fount that flows with bliss
where our feeble mind shall gain its strength.