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  heart 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. Ufuoma Otebele (@ufuomaotebele)

    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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