My soul is sad.
I have seen lives swallowed by spells from stone hedges.
This makes souls that ought to live, die.
Those who ought to die, live.
I lie down, my soul desires to stand up.
I stand up, my soul wants to lie down.
I sleep but my soul is awake.
The bed shorter than a man can lie.
I dream of snuffed out candles.
I dream of adorable butterflies with broken wings.
Dreams of red roses with severed petals assail me.
I see lands where canaries sing like vultures.
And of ostriches who fly backwards.
Dreadful dreams of paradise lost.
What made me happy now makes me sad.
What made me sad no more moves me.
My soul is like a journey to a windy Island.
Everything is being tossed and turned.
There is no shore of escape,
From this strange cycle of worrisome fantasies.
How can you be glad when your neighbour lives in wretchedness.
His children pawned off to pay his debts.
His wife a courtesan to his landlord.
To earn a dollar or two for family upkeep.
A world where helpless refugees are now called aliens.
A place of rest no more can he find.
Where he ran from blames him.
His host blames him.
Yet this was the angel he looked up to.
Now at war with his presence.
A war caused by contradiction of existence.
“What you are, is different from what I am”.
Oh the times we live in.
No one understands the language of tears anymore.
They think everyone smiling is enjoying blissful times.
They can’t even see that his eyes have lost it’s sparkle.
A man is slowly dying like a melting candle.
Yet they say he is strong.
“keep your head high”,
the uncaring choir of life sings.
Till punishment from the hands of a strange reality befalls him.
Don’t you see them on the streets of life
Men, who’s shadows avoid them.
Whose ignorance gives birth to more ignorance
Frustrated men talking to nothing,
And nothing is talking back to them.
Men stonewalled by riches and honour.
Still hoping whilst bound in chains of stagnation.
Hoping on hope that has lost hope.
Their lives having become a cruel soap opera.
A sad drama that makes everyone cry.
Why is man born of woman so full of troubles?
Why is his pillow always tear stained?
Why does the sun scorch him?
And the rain is relentless in beating him.
Even nature has become an accomplice.
Rendering him helpless in his own earth-home.
Mankind has ruined creation.
Creation has ruined mankind.
Who knows the road back to Eden?
Where lilies were white.
And roses were red.
Where every soul had light in them.
Where sadness and darkness was unthinkable.
How can man’s soul ever become glad.
When he has forgotten He who begat him.
Now nothing maintains or stabilises him in life.
The fountain of peace is dry.
Except Blood and Water washes
blood and water,
The wonders of salvation.
(To the discerning I speak)
Man’s soul will ever remain sad.
Selah.
34 Comments
Benedicta Saroh · May 15, 2018 at 5:49 am
I love this, it spoke to my heart
Ovyay · May 15, 2018 at 6:04 am
I am glad you like it. I was pouring my heart out too. Thanks.
David Olaseinde · May 15, 2018 at 6:09 am
Really poetic indeed. It speaks about the helpless state of man. This line really caught my attention: “Frustrated men talking to nothing, And nothing is talking back to them”.
Well done and well said sir
Ovyay · May 15, 2018 at 6:15 am
You hit the nail on the head. Many are tired and can’t get desperately needed help. There is a lot going on in this world and people just don’t care for each other anymore. Thanks for commenting. Let me know when that write up is ready. You have to push it out.
Melody · May 15, 2018 at 6:14 am
It’s so thought provoking! It’s so real! While reading through, I could actually feel myself in your being visualizing everything. A great message there!
It’s a beautiful masterpiece.
Ovyay · May 15, 2018 at 6:19 am
Thank you ma. I appreciate your taking time to read it and commenting🌸💐🌷
Keji · May 15, 2018 at 6:32 am
The state of men. Only the Divine can restore.
Ovyay · May 15, 2018 at 8:46 am
True talk🌸💐💐
Ovyay · May 15, 2018 at 8:47 am
True talk 🌸🌷🌷
Esu Reuben · May 15, 2018 at 7:20 am
This poem just address man’s daily challenges and why everyone craves for means to satisfy that emptiness. Great poem.
Ovyay · May 15, 2018 at 8:45 am
Thanks Reuben
emuobome · May 15, 2018 at 10:13 am
True talk .Powerful words from straight from the heart. God bless you sir
Ovyay · May 15, 2018 at 1:18 pm
Amen. And you too. Thanks Mubo and have a great day.
Tochukwu Nwosa · May 15, 2018 at 3:58 pm
Daddy thanks for this. This is indeed the fallen state of man “hoping on hope that has lost hope”.
Ovyay · May 17, 2018 at 8:30 pm
I like that phrase too. This things start to flow as soon as you start writing. Thank you.
Tochukwu Nwosa · May 15, 2018 at 3:58 pm
Daddy thanks for this. This is indeed the fallen state of man “hoping on hope that has lost hope”.
Okoroafor Adanma · May 15, 2018 at 6:08 pm
This is an amazing piece… Sad yet so true
Ovyay · May 17, 2018 at 8:27 pm
Ada, I appreciate your taking time to comment. I am expecting your write up as discussed.
Chisom paschal · May 15, 2018 at 9:55 pm
thousand words spoken none heard, so many tears shed no one cares. Everyone pretending to be happy, none there yet.
Hoping against hope that’s all we got.
Ovyay · May 17, 2018 at 7:43 am
Pascalini, you have the poetry DNA too. Thanks for stopping by.
Uduak · May 17, 2018 at 1:08 am
A wonderful piece. Inspired
Ovyay · May 17, 2018 at 8:26 pm
Thank you Jare Joshua.
Adunni Oke · May 17, 2018 at 4:52 am
Inspiring write up, Ovie my son & Pastor. Most times we all cast down, morose, worn out & worry on frivolties & truvialties especially on excess funds, instead of being thankful to JEHOVAH JIREH for the so called little we have. The grace we enjoy is unquantifiable when we see millions incarcerated, agonizing, being tortured, persecuted, mentally inbalance, homeless or in rags, who are not privileged to enjoy HIS GRACE: “God’s Riches At Christ Expense”. Let’s therefore cast our burden upon JESUS Who alone has called us to come unto HIM, all that labor & heavy laden & HE will give us rest. (MATT. 11: 28) Shalom!
Ovyay · May 17, 2018 at 8:25 pm
True talk Iya. Thanks for taking time to comment ma.
Akin Soroye · May 18, 2018 at 10:22 am
Hmmmmm!!! What a masterpiece!!!
Truly, I agree. Life itself does not make any sense, outside God, that is.
Man desperately wants to find meaning, joy, hope, peace and fulfillment. It’s a good aspiration. The only sad thing is that Man wants to find these while he sets The Creator aside from his life.
No one can ever understand what life is all about, unless you involve its Creator.
You want to have SOME understanding about life itself, you can have it only in God. And you WILL NEVER find ALL the answers until YOU ARRIVE HOME.
HOME is with THE FATHER!
Ovyay · May 18, 2018 at 1:13 pm
Bishop, I like that phrase. …” you can never find all the answers until you arrive home……Home is with the Father..”
Shola Abiona · May 18, 2018 at 12:57 pm
Awesome!!!
Reminds me of Ps 43:5…. man has been longing to have a peaceful life and existence but we can only if we return back to the creator of the heavens and the earth. And most of all, to our Creator as a people.
More grace sir…,
Ovyay · May 18, 2018 at 6:40 pm
Thanks Shola, anything outside God will fail.
Kay Akinseye · May 19, 2018 at 5:52 am
Great one daddy. God bless you. The soul of man desperately in need of its Maker. ….”all other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand”.
Ovyay · May 19, 2018 at 5:30 pm
So fitting that phrase you used from the hymns. “All other ground is a sinking sand”
Kay · May 19, 2018 at 12:07 pm
Beautiful piece sir
Ovyay · May 19, 2018 at 5:25 pm
I appreciate your commenting ma🙏🙏
John Kayode Aderinoye · May 26, 2018 at 8:49 am
Yes, man soul will continue to be sad until end comes to this World. No wonder the word of God says whoe unto this world. But i can see Light at the end of the dark tunnel, the fear of God is the begining of wisdom. Knowing God and doing is will is the only way to have happy ending.
Ovyay · May 26, 2018 at 3:39 pm
Mmm true talk. Our guarantee of true joy remains with Him and comes from Him.🙌🙌🙌🙌