POETRY: A Pain of Pleasure

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By Adesewa Alagbala


A sweet sting of a double-edged lip
A reflection of a lost identity
Caught between the gunshots of echoes of destitution
Is this a pleasure of pain or a pain of pleasure?

A venomous antidote for a dove
Who will free me from the cast of a spell?
What heart will listen to the tears of the bewildered?
Is this a pleasure of pain or a pain of pleasure?

A pride of toxin
An ego of falsity
The celebration of vile
Is this a pleasure of pain or a pain of pleasure?

A little slumber, a little weariness
And the rights of the weak is trampled upon
From the north side shows a pitiful looking
What ear will listen to the clamour of innocence?

I break the chains of commitment to acidic tongues
As the love grows cold and subsided
And I found my real self—
The face of reality grinned at me with an aggressive smile
So that I can finally catch up with my shadow

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