I am a dark poet
With grievous heart.
Severe pain is what runs
In my veins,
Not blood.
I am a dark poet
With many flaws.
Blood is what falls
From my eyes,
Not tears.
I am a dark poet
With solitude soul.
Dirge is what comes
From my pen,
Not words.
I am a dark poet
With an empty skull.
Sorrow is what left
In my brain,
No more cells.
Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan
Mystery PEN.
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