Running Away

Running Away

Yesterday, as my coach pulled away from the station,

The man who sat by me scribbled in his notepad:

Tragedy is a long distance runner

That we sprint away from.’

And I wondered if he was an omniprescient life form,

Camouflaged in an old man’s body –

Because I had just dashed into that bus

Pursued by the stench of my mediocrity;

And mediocrity is a type of tragedy,

A low-grade radioactive type whose isotopes

Are forever adhering to me,

And causing vast mutations in those parts of the body

That were declared ‘nuclear free zones‘, like my ┬áheart and my faith

And the courage I had.

One could have tried to sign a non-proliferation treaty

If there was an opposing party making the weapons,

But the only adversary is the familiar renegade staring back from the mirror.

5 thoughts on “Running Away” by O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

  1. @omoniyi-adeshola, I completely agree with you that mediocrity is a type of tragedy. I really do like your constant posts but I’d suggest that you write your poems in lines and stanzas. I think it will evoke more emotions from your readers.

    Keep writing and poeticizing… you are good.

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @innoalifa, poem boss… I hear, I hail…thanks for this

  2. wow! seriously, thank this song that was listening to as I read this. Its was just perfect. ..Accompanied the poem…

    Beautiful poem.. something about the way you wrote it..

    1. O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @ufuomaotebele, lol….yeah. Our brains just makes the most unusual connections…and maybe its because you are a music fiend sef…lol. Thanks, and hope you are doing good.

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