The Verdict (Edited Version)

The Verdict (Edited Version)

Dead woods falling
so the end is finally calling.
Signs on the walls
faded traces of gilded frames – long gone.
The sail is flapping and this ship is grounded.
The ceiling is not getting any whiter
no matter how long i wash it with my stares
and your silence can no long mask your tears.
Call the towers, this baby can’t fly above the waters.
Sinking petals,

Nothing but dead reminders of lost affections.
Seven days of aching
quiet pains, breaking spoken bonds.
The arrow is no longer spinning
by the morning i’ll definitely be leaving.

……………….
Cos the fire’s out
yet the bell won’t stop clanging.
Guilty as charged and am ready for the hanging.
……………….

…i seek the light
but am drawn to darkness.
A recluse with a voice
unheard in dead quietness.
Remote access,
controlled by things beneath my powers
forever embracing all of my weakness.
Morbid affinity
my fears will remain with me till eternity.
A faceless monstrosity
towering above my feeble entity.
Since i can’t control my own destiny;

I thought, why not go ahead with this social mutiny.
With `the crowd in me’ cheering on,
i lost your kiss and found me a gun.
And here another story began.
.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The fire’s out
yet the bell won’t stop clanging.
Guilty as charged and am ready for the hanging.
…………………………………………
young friends all grown up
we met at the bar for a hook up.
Sipping liquor and trying to play catch up.
Then told him how everything was messed up.
A smile and a nod of understanding
all of that wads just part of the acting.
He didn’t waste words; just showed me darn thing.
Frozen with fright like a sighting of the dark knight.
“Chill out man, this is real power.

It transfers your fears to others and made them bow even lower.
Handle this dude well and you make real cool ‘chedah’.”

So i thought “what the heck, what’s all the drama”

Its not like am going out to rob my poor and lonely grandmother”

So maybe i lost your kiss

Yet “ama” make me some real cheese

Soon you be back crawling on your fine knees

…………………………………………..

 

Went as fine as any good plan would

Just didn’t reckon there’d be a kid in the wood

Alarm raised and the cops came bursting thru

Ha ha ha

I laughed like it was all a bad joke

But

Ra tata ra tata

My dark companion spoke

Ra tata ra tata

His words came with smoke

 

Now the fire’s out
yet the bell won’t stop clanging.
Guilty as charged and am ready for the hanging.

Whats one last kiss

To a dead man walking…..

 



7 thoughts on “The Verdict (Edited Version)” by ilerioluwa (@ilerioluwa)

  1. @ilerioluwa chief, ur name is one that is dear to me.
    My first thoughts were: This piece is soooo good.

    So, I read and re-read…read abt four times.

    Then found some things….

    “and your silence can no long mask your tears.” – long/longer
    “all of that wads just part of the acting.” – wads/was

    Meanwhile, I fink you lost your way after the first verse.
    This was supposed to be a piece abt a guy who lost love and was led astray by another friend and his own erroneous finking that money buys back love – yeah?
    But again, I see wah u did with tying it all together with that last line in the second verse – (And here another story began.).

    I honestly fink it is asking too much though of ur readers. My thots….

    1. all observations well noted. thanks for taking the time. a million thanks.

  2. This one is superb.

    1. thank bro. appreciate your comment

  3. The first verse really hooked me. Was so loving this even if I didn’t really understand it..till I got lost completely. And it was like you moved from high art in the first verse to street art later on. But I know if I read it again and again (which the poem encourages one to do), I will probably love the whole thing.

    Absolutely love this:
    /The ceiling is not getting any whiter
    no matter how long i wash it with my stares/

    Nice work. Keep improving your art.

  4. Yes I understand it after reading twice. He lost his love then was given a cushion to move on with other girls which land or almost land him in trouble…lolz

    The ceiling is not getting any whiter
    no….- deep imagery

    With `the crowd in me’ cheering on,-succumb to his inner thought.

    Bravo sir!

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