by Ebenezer Mowete
Looking left, looking right
It’s like crossing via a busy boulevard at night
It’s like having a wand of biddings to unite
All views refracted to some other place of notable sight
No one can envision the recluse’s might
Or can conceive why he fancies the aisles so tight
He prefers to saunter deprived of the light
But he at all times has to contest his fight.
His best company is the man anterior the mirror
The girl of his dreams is the image in the mirror
Only a select few can understand his exhaustive humour
Everyone else seems to be an exemplification of horror
Genius, to seclusion is his lone succour.
His spur from the cascade of resourcefulness has its anchor
Oriented towards being an enhanced version of himself via behavioural scour
And becoming aptly colossal in the vein of conspicuousness as a golden tower
Every man jack marvels at this diamond in the rough
Only but if you can unveil the bark so tough
A happenstance of elitist exchange is enough
To realise that under that moodiness is a barrel of laughs
And could make the stuffy room light-hearted in a snuff.
Being alone in the aquarium is just his stuff
He guides his solitude with ardent rebuff
And may guise his highest ecstasy with a huff
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I am Ebenezer Mikwene Mowete and currently a 400 level medical student at the University of Benin. Reading, singing and writing are my top passions. I have a keen interest in making global impact and making the world a better place.
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