The Drown Glory Poem by Oladimeji tobi sam

In the dead of the night promise to be the best of a day break in which the petals plan to dance brightly before thier admirer and the fruits have save the sweetest of the taste to win the love of thier masters but voidness was thier desire and emptines became thier plans after the sun has loose it's strenght and the sunrise it's skills. The sky above depend on the result of my strenght and my peer lives on the outcome of my brain.That day when i swear faithfulnes my watchword, loyalty my anchor now the opposite is my daily routine.once i was admire like a black diamond now am worthles like feaces. Depreciation is the next disease of my brain, useless is the next comment of my skill, i have let down so many and disapoint every.Imposibility is it to be clean and loyalty is as rare as hen's teeth how am i gonna save my vow when corruption is my undies and greedines is like a second skin.my glory is drown and my star has lost it's spark