I Am Glooming Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

I am glooming—
Yes, I am glooming.
After groping through the streets
of a life littered with broken dreams
and walls of hope,
cracked and crumbling.

In broad daylight,
a darkness so thick
it could be split by a sword.
Not a flicker of light
in this tunnel of despair—
only the echoes of promises
long buried.

We began with hope—
bright-eyed, hearts burning—
dreaming of smooth sails
down golden alleys
to beautiful lives.
We burnt the midnight candles
to read,
and our blood
to work.
We tilled and toiled,
selfless,
shaping a nation
we believed in.

But the jackals came.
The hyenas and vultures too—
they gather,
not for the building,
but for the prize.
They tear at the flesh
of what we labored to raise.

So tell me—
do I not have the right
to gloom?