Life is a big bowl of soup
and I’m a fork,
scooping…
but nothing stays mine.
Hope is a folklore
I’ve never believed to be true.
and love is a spice
I can’t seem to scoop.
Sadly, both are lies.
Tie me to the clouds
and paint me blue,
but the rain will still wash me grey.
I am a bleached rainbow
dull, grey and greasy white
forgotten by the sky.
Imagine you know me
and you would’ve learnt by now
Life is a big bowl of soup
and I am a fork.
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About Author:
Wilfred Yeminifie Deigh hails from Okpoama in Brass LGA of Bayelsa. He hold a bachelor’s degree in Petroleum Engineering from Niger Delta University and loves writing about love, society, life and host of other things.
Written by : Michael Afenfia
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