Dead at Birth
Moving straight; moving bare
With saddled song of regrets.
Staying put; moving away
Along a barbed-wire junction
Thinking slowly; walking very fast.
Thoughts cut into two equal halves;
One half is lonely living among
Aborted dreams, just at the blink
Of darkened eyes.
The other, burning, blazing with fire
Of fresh affection.
But the first just rendered the other still,
Dead at birth.
Moving there; staying here
At the barbed-wire junction.
Ifeoluwa 'Dele is an undergraduate at the University of Lagos, Nigeria, studying English. His poems have been published in the Departmental Journal titled THE SHUTTLE.