Ayomide Adewale – “12 am Thoughts”

Poetry

This chain feels too cold

This pain; too hot to bear.

I am suffocating.

I am dying.

Slowly and silently,

I am being slaughtered

And I would give up

Once the knife slits my throat.

These are my thoughts

At 12 am every morning.

At that moment,

When people smile at good morning messages from lovers–

The smile that gives a glow.

I get a blow from my thoughts.

The one that knocks me out throughout the day.

Well, I spoke to a therapist.

You don’t have to worry.

She is super beautiful,

And I just want to look that beautiful

When I’m 30.

And guess what?

I don’t need chemicals

All I need is chemistry.

So, as from today,

I’ll give a blow of kiss

To whoever makes me smile.

I’ll ignore the pessimists

I mean I’ll view life

through my rose painted spectacles.

And clear thorny thoughts of my farmland.

Ayomide Adewale