CLOUDED (A POEM) – by Femi Olabisi

27 Jul

It is a generational maxim

that life is a mystery unknown;

a journey beset with dreadful forebodings;

a variegated landmark of discordant terrains


I was born and bred

I was cultured to reason

that life is a nutty riddle

indefinitely clouded to discern

and beyond mortals dissecting


My heyday was a nurturing

a platitude of facts of life

a catechism of what lies ahead

a baptism into realities


But my libertinage to adulthood

my transformation to real realities

pictures a world of banalities;

where sacrifice is never measured

and sycophancy ever treasured


My ontology is totally fogged

my being lethargic to things around

because the world is clouded

and forever a mystery unknown.


© Femi Olabisi (April 2010)


Twitter: @ Femiolas

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Posted by on Jul 27, 2012 in Poetry


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