An attempt at poetry By Moyomade Winnie

Daylong I sat
Scribbling and scribbling
Nightlong I sat
Writing and writing
An attempt at poetry.

I wished to give it up
But I am not allowed
I wrote till it filled the cup
With my mind bowed
An attempt at poetry.

My writing became scrawny
Like a fowl's prints
My books became skinny
Like an ill child's sprints
An attempt at poetry.

I was locked in my dreams
Like a spider entangled in its web
I was docked in my dreams
Like an ant in a web
An attempt at poetry.


This is a talent
Like one I never had before
This is an equivalent
To the ones I have missed before
An attempt at poetry.

Oh God!
Tell me what to do
Oh lord!
Master of all creations
An attempt at poetry.

I have seen myself
Scribbling and scribbling
Till the end of time
Till the nibs of the pens break
Till grey hairs adorn my head
And age flies like an eagle
I have seen myself
Writing and writing.

By: Aladesuyi Moyomade (A. M. M. Winnie)
LLB 1, O.A.U.



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