Words dry up on these lips more often
The things that kept these eyes open no longer do
This heart has quit being attentive
The child within has gone for a journey
Nature’s beauty does not fluster this heart anymore
The presence of people is a burden to this being
To speak is torture to this soul
The feet of joy have gone a thousand miles away
Alas there is no sharing this toil and travail
Drain, drain, go away,
A sickness of the mind this maybe.
See, see, how the feet of hope hurries away.
Dust to dust, this mortal shall soon be gone.
Blessing Olaoluwaniyi
Blessing is a student of the University of Lagos and enjoys creativity in both forms of art and writing. She loves to journal, expressing herself through both poetry and fiction. Blessing finds home in exploring themes of hurt and sadness.