Respite
The meagre and the bleak.
The vacancy that fills my eyes.
My puny self
never felt so weak.
This hassle bodes well for relief
and relief’s but a figment.
I chased the wind,
and fought the zephyr,
but while my elbow greased
and ‘tude bore a semblance
with the Trojans,
I lost my peace.
Find me a solace,
a place that isn’t.
Find me an idyll,
the dispenser of grace.
Find me my quiet,
Find me my ease.
Find me my pause,
Find me my respite.
- Tobi Nifesi