ECHOES IN THE BOOK OF DOOM

*_ECHOES IN THE BOOK OF DOOM_* They called me names, they pushed me out, They denied me progress,my poems they doubt— They said I never fit, that I should just keep running, That I can't make a mark, I should keep them coming, And then I stopped posting, I stopped sharing, I cried in silence, my lines stunning— I refused to post, I refused to tell, I refused to publish it, refused to sell— I kept them at the counter of my room— Echoing in silence in a book named "Doom" They said I would fail, that I should quit, That I should watch how they rhyme, I should sit— Instead I turned with pride, with grace, I choose to become someone they'll embrace, So I write in quietude, and with might, Behind closed doors by candlelight, Not for acceptance, just to rise, For in the end I will prove there lies— *© Sikiru Abdullateef oyelami ✍️ ( THE MIGHTY INKER)*