A Lockdown Story
By: Dogunro Honesty
Some feel the need to roam
I derive aching joy staying home.
Live. Die. Repeat
My official anthem
from the epic battle of getting out of bed,
to the triumphant feeling of going back to sleep.
Time possess such value
yet, I don’t seem to know its price.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
I consciously stroll through it,
as hours swing by
and life goes on
tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
An unrepentant wave of heat,
marks the beginning of the sun’s reign of terror.
I burn myself out with frivolity,
making mundane memories.
Like a pendulum I dangle through indecision between reading a book and replying a chat, watching a movie or taking an online class.
The struggle is endless
worn out by my battles and achievements
with so many wonders yet unseen,
And so many poems unwritten,
I drag my feet to the comfort of my bed,
telling myself tomorrow will be different.
A Note From Eden: Dear Honesty,
Your words are in clarity and depths from the overflow of the stories you bare. In between, I hope you there’s so much sunshine in you. I hope you realize depths of your glow. I hope you release this goodness more often through the words that you bare. Thanks for sharing your truth with us at Express-Shun. The world is dark enough. Continue to shine the light that you are.