Agony, Agony, Agony
Martins Iyoboyi
The first of the mortal pangs
Innocent cry of the raw –
The world unknowing faultless –
Till nature impregnates
This juvenile sensation –
And growing, grows into a maze
In stark unbelief –
With schemes, future maps
Of territories to conquer –
But ere the crowns of adventure
Labyrinths, in legions come –
Bearing the fruit from the stalk
And caution for gathered fruits –
Doze from the wrinkled month
Of sageful mind –