An Insightful poem by a 15 years old

Love everlasting

You called me and I answered.
I am both restrained and captivated.
Just when I escape I’m pulled back
to a place I thought I could handle,
I’m clueless on how to react and behave.
The truth burns, it penetrates;
It drags me and pulls me- Oh why must I feel this pain?
It is finished

The delusion of a fantasy love is the biggest mystery…
such an attractive specimen, a huge list of things to gain
BUT yet
I am here forced to understand the shame
Of the agonizing reality that builds my existence.
Who am I to find fault in a life, I voluntarily chose for myself?
It’s finally complete

A blinding illumination has left me numb,
It’s opened me up to new horizons
Took me to the “big wide ocean,”
Then left me there to drown.
I’ve seen the myth of a limitless love,
Oh the freedom I heard it could bring,
Love ripped away its layers and exposed the
Deceitful trap of an everlasting friendship
My only desire
Is to leap in a time machine
And go back to that day when, you called me and I answered
It is starting

I’ve called you and you’ve answered
We’ve heard each other loud and clear
The warnings for the volcanoes,
The earthquakes and the hurricanes
We’ve heard them together,
It is before the destruction engulfed us to a point
Where we were left numb
And left to drown.
It is before the end
And before the middle, even before the start.
Love everlasting.

Written By Binta Balogun
Copyright 2009 Binta Balogun

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I had no choice than to contact the owner and ask for permission to post it on the site.

Very insightful, A huge talent.

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Express

i write from experience
things i have seen and felt
and the more i write
the more my dreams become warped
but i do not express or reveal anything
giving light to how i am, who i be, or where i is
so writing is my only form expression
so do i stop?

and forsake expression
just to maintain some form of control
of the surreality i experience
when scribing my misconstrued visions
of what i believe goes on in my mind
is it that i leave behind
the one thing i have left that i can completly confide in?
just to appease some foreign idea of normality

the things we hide to appease others
things we repress to reassure ourselves
words we do not say that come back to attack us
actions we do not take to preserve our own will
is all failure to express yourself

side note: I’ve given up pleasing others including parts of myself i do the most abnormal and absurd things, and whilst i do them somewhere amidst the rage, frustration, lost love, lust, fear, and melancholy i feel happy just to release what i hold back for the benefit of others around, i’m not saying remove the mask because secrecy is valuable but in the recesses of your corner release yourself to your own will and emotions and see if you don’t for that glancing moment feel free and happy.

SAGE