nothing good ever comes easy
isn’t it only human then,
to distrust this breathing
and this is how the world stops spinning
a girl, 23, asks the morning for peace
takes a peek at God’s window &
tosses him the heavy things
forgiveness is a balm
easier to rub on others than oneself
there is a word for the fear you feel
when you see happiness coming
anhedonia makes perfect sense to me
because life has broken us too many times
to offer itself as compensation
but what do i know
i am just a pretentious boy
leaning on the precipice
of verbiage
John Dele is an adventurer of the self. He questions life, love, God and language – these have come to form the general subject of his writing.
When he’s not writing poetry, he’s working with brands to create stories that endear them to their audience, browsing Pinterest, visiting places, or exchanging football banters. You can connect with him on social media @temmywrites. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria.
