Save Me A Wind.
by Olamide Adebayo
I could feel,
Burning beneath my uneasy integument,
Dead were the cells
Ameliorating my gay,
Spoils of a war against distress,
All now for me to embrace.
To sojourn a perceptive insight
Of an elusion intensified.
Gripping pleasure's comrade against me.
Restraining me to ills and spoils,
Once more restored
To duty of my felled comfort.
The drum of a felicity gaincoming,
Again beaten in praise-singing
Of a succor rendered me
By the appealing comeliness of Nature.