Thinker's Tale Poem by Alexander Onoja

The story in my mind,
Cannot be found in a book.
It's a piece i had entwined,
In a space with'n my nook.

In my mind,
I see a man
Refusing to be tamed.
A giant beaten, constricted
And constrained.
A photo refusing to be framed.
In me lies a culprit,
Not scared to be blamed.

I see a horse,
Treated like a worthless token.
I see a stallion beat'n and starved,
But not all soldiers can be broken.
In me lies his wishes,
Trampled on and stolen.
My mind nurses a giant
Yet to awoken.

I see a hero,
Refusing to be clay.
Clay can be moulded and reshaped,
Reshaping brings decay.
In me he lies,
With all pride striped away.

In my mind lies a lion
Vowing not to be tamed,
To go astray.

Out of the chains
He broke and arose,
A phoenix.

This story in my mind,
Is one of a kind.
It is everywhere i look,
We all are villains
In someone's book.