Medicine After Death! Poem by Ayokunle Adeleye

That it has gotten to this
I cannot believe of my Miss:
As a final way of saying good riddance
Crown of Honour plays avoidance

For back when we were still close
To me five days were like forever
Now in a hurry my chapter to close
She can't even wait till November

Of course it disheartens
To experience this degeneration
For with love my heart fattens
Only for her to call love infatuation

Perhaps I was never to fall in love
With a person so dear to my heart
Perhaps I was to be Noah's dove
With friendship being the Ark's hearth

So that like Noah's dove I was to come home
Come home having flown away
And only during the third roam
Was my love to hold sway

But I was more like Noah's raven
Never to return having found her pert
For in her my love found its haven
So that avoiding me is medicine after death.

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