"I give up!"
One day he had enough of trying,
waiting for the rain that never came,
sought rays from the sun,
all to no avail.
He was hurt almost all along,
his body filled with dirt from the ground,
Just enough to build a town.
A missing piece of puzzle,
Still he held on strong to his hustles.
pinned down by men,
to prove nothing than he being a mess.
His skin began to fade,
he thought to begin yet again.
His belief led him no where,
than a bereaved well.
Being worried all his life,
that shit cost him more wines.
"Take your life,"
still wouldn't make him a dim.
Falling backwards by heavy spoken words,
His hope lost battles to this game of choice.
He’s been down,
like some man about to drown.
Searched for love in unknown places,
since he was left with no traces.
At an orphans door,
He found nothing but dungs.
Woke to try all ways,
It should be safe,
so he thought always.
Most rejected being,
His award by now was beaming.
Failing had a lock in him,
He wasn’t getting any lucks either.
This heaviness grew a bond,
"Why was I even born?"
With soul and spirit,
he got a gun.
Threw himself to grease (transitive)
Accepting defeat by now,
had no boundaries.
Besides he had nothing to keep.
Looked sideways,
Left and rightways
Coast is clear
He wished he made more hays
Inbetween life and death,
this trigger was set
Shifting safety away from "on",
He cocked the gun.
“Farewell cruel world,”
“I wish now to meet my God.”
Hands on Trigger,
And in no time he was gone.
Some decisions we don’t make from birth, like: country to be born in, family to be born in, conditions of family to be born in, but we can make the best from nothing given.
You have the opportunity to make better choices, failing doesn’t make you a “failure” and falling backwards is setting you on a sling. Your comeback force is the key to moving forward.
- So have you fallen? Rise yet again
- Have you failed? Try one more time
- Did you have a bad day? Sleep over it
Endure all till the set time of flying higher, above mistakes and errors.
Only the weak give up easily.
Life is not some bed of roses but you can make one for yourself.
From me to you all: “DON’T GIVE UP”
I remain yours always:
Solanke Olamilekan K.
