Biopoetry11

Lights on, crowd cheering,

Angry eyes, devil staring,

Murky skies, stormy weather,

He’s throwing punches like Floyd Mayweather.

He brought pain, and I cried,

People asked if I was fine and I lied.

Been through the world like a thread through a needle,

And that got my heart playing a gloomy glissando with life’s fiddle.

I felt hated and that was his biggest weapon.

Yes, I felt hated and that was his biggest weapon,

And that got my heart playing a murky glissando with life’s fiddle,

Been through the world like a thread through a needle.

I absorbed the issues of life like a dirty sponge,

Then Jesus came along and told me my thinking was all wrong,

I was loved and I had a purpose.

My mental architects built a weak foundation like George Foreman,

I was collapsing under the weight of his taunts like a Madman.

Flood lights in my eyes,

Rain drops falling to wash away my sins.

I smelt my blood, sweat and tears, as I lay down reminiscing on my wasted years.

Great cloud of witnesses shouting “Ali Bomaye!”

I rose to my knees and heard “Oseye!”

I almost oded on the devil’s punches,

But then Jesus spoke Life into my lungs and I understood it all,

The fight wasn’t about me, No! It was all about you.