Sorrow

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.