"Obliged to Killing My Self" - By Ojuade Lukman
I can hear; it says:
"Let self die".
Can you too hear the
recurring echoes?
At two plus half-six,
I worry-less without my panties.
Whence, I freely grew
from nourishing meek.
Now at two less
half-sixty,
Presently caught in a
regress, thanks to arrogance.
Mystified by the new
gray hair by my right eyebrow.
Swiftly, I forbade it
a short notice for the ending of my organs.
Likely, my organ
system just posted a status update.
Perhaps, I still have
two times half-sixty.
Come away humility,
your height is progress, not numbers.
Behold the days of
self-elevation are numbered.
I have been building
me a castle of self-abasement.
To be furnished with
your politeness and character.
But a turn away from
Big Ego is like self-slaughter.
This high self-worth
is in truth a high altitude.
But if it is an escape
from this regressive pride,
I had better take a
free fall from this high self-exaltation.
The death of my Self
is imminent,
For I must obey the
recurring echoes persistently reverberating;
"Let self
die".
© Ojuade Lukman 2016
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