Good Friday

Life stress for some is measured day by day,

And it accomplishment for most is in disarray,

This is the story of a good friday,

Which promised all but a boring day, (hectic)

As the anchors disengage all the ships,

Captains are expecting the worst with prayer for the best,

Truth be told it all started as planned,

From grass to grace,

The day kicked it journey towards night,

And the muse left us all bemused, Our worst distraction in place,

Our major obstacle yet to be seen,

With lack of attention,

like an empty shell we sat and stare,

Not at him but in our mind, to find answers to unknown questions,

Without paying any heed he continued as planned,

But to our surprise his presence was short lived,

Not for us, nor to balance the inadequacy he created,

Rather to satisfy the mother of all habit.

Which ought to be always respected for who she was,

As she comfort those in need, And care for those indeed (demand),

Lady most would think, but laziness I know her to be,

As we were left to uncover what to come next,

Test we'd hope, but note we receive with a little saddened news,

That what we'd hope to get will be washed with the tide of the sea,

Not too far away,but far enough to be seen from afar,

With looming concern it became so clear,

Of the catastrophic coalition that had occur,

Same time different phenomenon,

How are we to survive the conspiracy against us,

Their force we fear was more than we can handle,

But their love we never know was more than they portray,

These night cloud has blinded our gaze toward hoping for the best.

But all in all, it was more than we'd hope for,

With smiles on most face it was labelled a good friday,

With rest of mind I stirred my ship home,

Not however alone but with cronies I hold dear to heart,

As we engage in witty words and funny jokes,

All on my mind was, what is to come,

Cause the hope I have and the strength I hold are what will see me through,

My present predicament, known to none,

With that in mind all I did was fraternize with cronies,

Feign looks accessing the growth of most,

When she returned I was embedded in cloths of jealousy,

While trying to so hard to adjust to my playboy attitude,

With lots of unspoken words we part our ways,

Not in kind but with doubts,

That which none would love to share with the other,

I decide to forgo that with refuge from my hommies,

Who I'd believe gat my back always,

But all effort was to be short lived,

As the sound of my phone was as audible as ever,

The voice on the other end could all but remind me of my predicament. (Dyv call)

But as all hope was almost lost,

There she is, my friend, my nemesis, my antagonist Who had made me smile for every moment spent with her than sadden my world,

Our friendship based on similar attribute, of laziness, social, sexual maturity and relative with people.

But her trait seem not to be the focus of these writing rather her deeds,

The good ones to be precise,

As she alight from the black seldan,

So has the angel who would save my day, been my usual self,

Connected with her and we related on how things goes,

Then she'd surprise me by solving my initial doubt,

With a rush of happiness I was speechless,

Yet in truth I remain composed,

Pretending it all mean little to me,

When it actually mean the world to me,

We had a little stroll and gist like we always do,

But with the aftermath I asked myself,

To what extend can a player be played,

And to what length can a lover be lost,

Now I see reason for my trust issue,

People trust because they have no reason no to.