My ship is sailorless
It is going rudderless;
My sail loses anchor
It hits the deepest rock;
My eyes are a thousand times clearer
Yet a thousand times mistier;
Living is a simulating actor
Survival is his roadblock.

The day loses her prowess
She is veiled with darkness
The sky is bereaved
He is robed in sooty clouds
The sun loses his sight
The glory of his might is given to the night
Mouths cause me to be aggrieved
Waiting to wrap my remains in shrouds.

But there is still breath left in my bosom
My fall is as of Autumn
Winter will walk in
I will rise afloat;
This gives me a mettle
To keep up with every bustle;
Heavy heart is a poison
Hope is my antidote.

© Imole Olusanya