A review from Emmanuel “Futility”

Signs carved like paths on sand

Consequences, though late do come.

And constant change of position happen to all shifting our former balances

Burdened by mind bugling voices of our errors

A rare epitaph, in confines

Carries the print obviously

Leave it untainted keep the landmark

Or the upshot might blow you off

Alas, the memory is lost leaving us the trail

A glare, Yeah a glaring wickedness

Wobbled walks in the new world of light in man’s eye

In company of bells and beads of ecstasy

Yet unrefined in our ways with prejudice too many

Confined, in loneness, revel in vice

poem by Macaulay Akinbami
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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