Have you seen the flies
That hovers around the dead?
Have you seen the bones
That makes up a man's structure?

I went through hell
And I was not destroyed.
Who knows that I still draw breath?
Do they know?
Do I know?
Only time would tell...

I returned,
But was it through my wit?
Or my unrivaled intelligence?
I am no more sure—
Reality and fantasy has become one,
I no more know the difference.

I returned with endless scars
To the teary-eyed eyes of my loved ones.
Only time would tell...
But I know I will never be the same again.

©Okunola Peace.