The Agony of a Deserted Lover — Poem By Akinbola Hadijat


The reality of the fog is the obscurity of our future – dim…
I’m so done with you!

I flipped through repeatedly,
But finally I realised
I haven’t been reading but staring blindly.

Life they say is too imperfect to check for others’ flaws,
But still I found myriads of fungi feasting on your putrid personality.

If another comes dropping,
A droplet of a despaired lover in distress,
I’ll replace you with a diary and bury our memories.

In a worthless coffin,
Your existence will decay away,
And I’ll only have to worry about
The wood meant for the merriment of termites.



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