Trapped in a world of unconscious thought
That which his own hands did not sought
Alone with those he would not trust
Rest he among those who would see him rust.

A series of unfortunate events
Propounds that which he resents
Lies and villainy all around him heap
Above the fray he tries to keep.

Safe with him his thoughts are
Where they would not be marred
Even when shaken by scars
Of the past and future to come.

Time and time he reveals himself
To only those he would test
How well he knows his remedy
For troubles with no melody,
For the day shall come of distinct faith.

Written by Obinna Neboh


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