Slip Away

Slip away,

Like the mist of a half-remembered dream that should not be;

Be a hero, live in our thoughts, and slide out to forgetting on the rails of time;

Time will shield you from us, shroud you with an unyielding sleep,

Sleep on, life’s bustle should not keep you awake.

Slip away,

We give you leave to stay absent

Absent from all conscious seconds of our being

Being remembered, is a burden you should beware of

Of that memory, there is a tendency for distance to make it a mirage – to distort

Distort into an extreme that vanquishes the many possibilities between Saint and Sinner.

(Written on hearing about the death of a friend’s irresponsible father)


4 thoughts on “Slip Away” by O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

  1. Good writing… Certain memories become a burden, when their exploits are scarcely heroic.

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @newreign, totally true. Some memories are toxic. Thanks for reading.

  2. @OMONIYI-ADESHOLA, that was a little harsh on him… you could be nicer in your expressions ’cause we all are a little irresponsible…

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @innoalifa, yes, I could be, but I choose not to. I have nothing but disdain -a personal, instinctive and visceral disdain- for any man who refuses to care for his children. It does not matter if you are poor, there are non-financial ways to take of your family. I don’t know if you have seen the BBC documentary- “Welcome to Lagos”. In that work, my hero was not the more ultimately popular Vocal Slender, it was the Family man dealing in recycled products who despite the unrelenting misery of his circumstances was an honorable father. He was always working hard in the refuse dump to ensure his children have a better life. That is my kind of hero. I would use harsher words, if I could.

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