Several seasons, slain
by the torture of time.
Many decades, drowned
in the cold waters of death.
Uncountable days, dried up
by the scorching sight of sorrow
like thirsty plants in the Sahara....
I still think about you like
dusk desperately longs for dawn.
And I still dream about you
like a refugee thinks of home.
Since you strolled out of my life,
happiness has lost her limb
within my humble heart.
Loneliness has lacerated my lungs
and it sternly strives to suffocate me
till death dines on my life.
Thus, as time's heart-beat pounds on
like that of an angry thunder,
I've come to be in terms
with the ferocious fact that
I cant just live without you.
lanre badmus
2008
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