Writing Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Writing gives me new sense of replenishment
Brings new discovery added to my soul, daily
For, treading the sand of this world
A world gathering speech to I know not where
I have decided to not give in to being a nobody
To continue to make my endeavours
Exploring new room, writing my meditations
About such things as chance
To muse over peculiarities and opportunities
The singularity of birth, fate and privileges
Of the threat, the indistinct shadow of giving up
Of the rottenness associated with futile pursuits
For as sure as there is a me, alive
Utterly still conscious of I existing
I will save me and many from plunging into abyss
With all that exist within my spirit sense
Arousing my writing implement to carve words
With fiery uniqueness and eagerness of hope
Not of dullness, apathy nor of despondency
So that as the sun and universe matches on
When my shade is long vanquished, the world
Will celebrate the thrilling evidence of survival
Will take a day off for penitence, to declare
He was truly a man, made so, not by virtues
But the endowment that he bestowed himself.