A Broken World Poem by Aminat Opatola

If you're gone, if you leave me now, behind lost shadows in this silent air with no mists, clouds nor obscures,

if you're gone now, in this cold earthly bind, leaving me wail in this starry shade between dimness like hungry lion roar,
if you say,
no goodbyes to my congeal heart and fades with the dark like glidingspirit without pity or remorse.
Then what's left of i,
my flaming heart perishing and melting along with the smoke of hell without pleasant air to savour the pains.

If you depart from me and gone away with my dreams and hope,
trully you are cruel,
a serpent in a disguise flying to hearts and stray away like guest leaving behind loads of sorrows.

If you left my quivering heart to tear apart,
where its sweetness is drained with torture,
oh! Call thyself a bloody doom in this lightening glance,

if you leave me now, in this frighted zone to shed blood for tears and dwell within this lonely walls to crawl and interpret thoughts with an unknown dialect, call thyself a demon that feast on blood and varnish as the day light sunk.

If you gone without farewell or reasons
whatever sacrifice even may be is hell no more than a thought for change in a vicious way,

if this light fades taking the last likes of feelings away from a soul then thy name seek no more than to exist after in the world of perdition.

If you're gone for so good where this heart has no more defiance and losting its normal self,
you gall, now you've breeched a heart with love,
you've kill the love of time as you've kill the pureness of heart,
you've kill a true love existence, then whats left of thee,
only lost to thy fizzle soul,
if only love are words,
my heart bid it say and order this crushing soul be walk to the earthly tail of freedom,
cast pains free and away, far away,
from the wrath of a broken world.