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Mild Lies

Locked doors, our pillows feel not our heads
Hot tea, coffee, white or soda bread
A cup of tea, a bread slice and jam
A devil we cannot hate is our early alarm

Before we see the sun and after it leaves
A brief case, a computer, pack of files, on it goes
Our jacket with staff on its chest is a flic
And tells you our mantra: a hectic day and traffic

Bills, rent and allowance are our mild lies
We hold up a life of unpredictable ties
From our lips dreams are gone
And till end of months we long

It lacks, it has lost substance
Life with routine its only stance
Not so far from the ordinary
An empty life this is

Damilola Omotoyinbo is a creative writer who believes in the power of pen and the positive difference it can make in our world. She writes from Ibadan, Nigerian. She studied Biochemistry. Her work has been published at Kalahari Review, Pelleura, Tell and Parousia Magazine. You can read more of her writing @ or Facebook name: Damilola Omotoyinbo.

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