Death of a Poet

Lonely Lonely Lonely days
My hearts are lonely like a graveyard.
My hearts are as brave as a log of wood.
My hearts are fill with grieves.
Sorrow engulfs my hearts
That I always feel my world,
Without nobody in is emptied.

Then I wonder and thought,
What the moon will say about,
Cause the world is six feet.
Even when have gone to the world beyond.
That am sleeping in the coffin which looks like a cage.
And which allow no movement.
I'll just lie flat and be lonely in there.
Looking at my previous life page.
Smiling all to myself,
For fulfilling my purposes.
Or for leaving my loved ones behind.
But I'll be glad am meeting the Poetry world.

®Bimbola Ojuolape 📝