Awakening to the wall clock’s fading chime, Each tick of the second hand, a stolen breath of time.
The room swirled, a waltz of smoky tendrils, And I, an asthmatic captive, gasped for miracles.

The burnt plantain’s incense, a forbidden potion, Lured me beyond the veil, into whispered emotion.
I floated, weightless, through veils of sepia haze,
Oh, how I wished to inhale, to quench my desire.

Yet, alas, the elusive air eluded my plea, A wish unfulfilled, trapped in yearning’s decree.
But the air, a phantom lover, danced just out of reach
for in that body-less world, breath slipped away, Leaving me longing, craving life’s sweet bouquet.

Oh, elusive breath, you slipped through my grasp, A wisp of forgotten dreams, a fragile, fleeting gasp.
For even in breath’s absence I yearned for the sun’s ray, and wish to sip from life’s lucky cup once again.

✍️FOLORUNSHO MIKE IYANUOLUWA