Suicide Prophesy and other Poems

Suicide Prophesy

wipe you your tears with

the fantasy of cheerfulness 

to find repose & composure

— before hurting your petals.

Grief

Grief is the utensil that serves shock

enthralled by the vicious bites of pains

that hauls despair to the oasis of being

The shard of grief quakes misfortunes 

darting gloom to glow in dazzling gleams 

& tread of depression in spams of nostalgia

A glimpse of grief struts the brim of despair 

only the ones that forbid its vibration will annul

the implicit trauma that burns future efflorescence 

 

Cathedral of Misrule

this homeland has turned a sanctuary of paradoxes 

by the way authorities plucked our minds along the cathedral of misrule vent in carnage & lawlessness. 

always, camaraderie -of-arm radiates gloom to

our clime in way that luminance never found lights

they span constant wrath of unwarranted dismay. 

this fatherland has been cowered with the seeds 

of shattered plantations seemingly charred by the

wild breezes of tyrants in punctured growth.

alas! we will whirl brightness of brilliance to the dark 

& gloomy verdicts that delude our political sceneries 

spiking the monsters & demons that lace the cabinets 

Candlelight

The room was lit only by

a candle with gleaming lights

to split the sycamore of  darkness

the candle twinkle on 

brightness into luminous

reflections full of twinkling lights.

on the stroke of midnight.

I'd lit luminous candle in a tranquil silence;

to scribe the poetry I wish I could write.

— ALAO, Afeez Oluwatamilore