Long round rings of horror,
Sharp claw marks on curvy walls,
The room is only big enough to crawl.
The insane heat,
Just enough to roast meat.
Crawled in?
Wandered in?
I have no Idea.
Feels like I’m going in circles here,
One junction leads to another.
The T’s and the Y’s,
You’ll need more than wits,
Don’t ask why
If perhaps you see the sky,
Wake up! It’s only a dream,
A fantasy, it’s not real.
All the map said was…
At the end, there will be light.
Days of scorching heat,
With nothing to eat
Adapt they say, enjoy the process.
Well, all my best dish is moss
It’s the only thing in excess
Life’s a game with no time for recess.
As I do not know how I came in,
Going back is also not an option.
But it’s like I’m stuck in a dimension.
No maps, just rules,
For example; don’t die
How do I not do the only thing that seems feasible?
“there’s light at the end”
I won’t want to be like previous sojourners,
who passed by leaving nothing,
So if anyone finds this writing,
The letter I left at the final Y
I’m taking the right path
And hoping it leads out
Oluwafunsho Mannaseh
Oluwafunsho Manassehis a graduate of the Department of Geography, University of Ibadan, Nigeria. He is a poet, scriptwriter, and filmmaker. His writing journey began in 2016, but it wasn't until 2019, during the COVID-19 pandemic, that he started sharing his work with a wider audience. As the first of four siblings, the weight of responsibility heavily influences his writing. Many of his pieces reflect motivational themes or express feelings of frustration and sadness. Oluwafunsho believes his talent is a gift from God and writes not only to encourage others but also to connect with those experiencing difficult times.
Life’s a game with no time for recess.
This is the reality of life. This resonates deeply. Thank you for writing this.