Adeosun Olamide

Before He Died - Poem by Adeosun Olamide

On the road with me
Are leaves gently following
Forlorn stones seated by
And a frayed obituary poster
Hanging outskirt my gaze

On the road with me
Are departing birds humming
And an accompanying breeze
My shadows seeks it face while-
As the tired sun goes a resting

On this road- it thus
That the breeze composes its rhythm
Bringing the mirage to awakening
My memories to wear- starts
And my ears to false calls hearkens

But as I go- on the road-
It all begins to fade
My shadow is no longer pulled
My soul is no more caged
I begin to fly-

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  • Kelly Kurt (3/30/2015 1:09:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

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