JUGGLED THOUGHTS

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

chilling cold breeze

takes over the silent night

forcefully putting all to ransom

dead cold pangs

of silent torture

reduces us all to tenants

thick black fog

like never before

threatens to rule the night

I'm held hostage

against my wish

against all odds

as I travel this terrain

mentally tortured as i transit through.

unwelcomed biting pains

deprive me of my heritage

season of hunger declared

as I'm forced to fast again

I'm a puppet of this empty night

I'm still without a voice

I'm still without a say

I'm still me

A refugee in my own birth-land

Yet in search of freedom.