Lost To Saul (Precious Atule’s Series)
The four walls of my room as a witness
My soul could not bear the sadness.
My painful past;
The black smith responsible for the present me.
Slumber evades as thoughts set in
My mind and brain unwilling to find rest
My unfriendly friend; always with me, step by step.
Trapped, i am in a time
Where my no was ignored; taken as yes.
Now, my movement is restricted
Tied, i am to the replay that brings a sense of forlorn.
Eyes fixed to the wall, Ears alert
Sweet pain craves the heart
Breathe in, breathe out
Carve it in
Life’s essence trails out
Beautiful scar of forever stays in
Saul, let me breathe
My life is scattered, let me be.
I can feel the pressure around my neck
Can’t you see?
Lost to Saul is my soul.
© Atule Precious