Alone... Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

Immersed in an ice-crusted pitch-black river,
Bubbles aviates high and low the smoky air,
All I have left to eat are slices of sufferings,
All I can sip from my drink is droughtiness,
I was left to my meddlesome dark thoughts,
I was alone with the sand of times under me,
I changed into a ghost, haunted in my world,
The wings of the wind drifted apart beneath my broken body.

Unaided, I sat still like a stagnant stream,
On a sizzling hot hill, saturated by the sun,
The gaze of the shiny stars are with my night,
The stare of the moon blinded me with light,
I was dumped on a dump with dazzling dimes,
I was gasping for gaiety in my rivulet of tears,
I mutated to an alien, an archfoe of humanity,
The company I keep with myself is tectonic than that of the world.

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