Oke Olumide


End Of The Road - Poem by Oke Olumide

This is the end of the road,
The journey of tears end,
So many gallops and potholes,
Left unfilled forgetting tomorrow,
That I may still trek the path home.

With her i departed,
At that delicate of the time,
Now, like a leper I'm deserted,
Need a healer to heal my wounds,
And lift me out of this ruins,

I chase through shadows,
Even when she sat next to me,
I loved the heart out of reach,
Even when she torched,
I thought of holy ghost that exist not.

This is the end of the road,
Now i know my right was wrong,
I bleed profusely with shame,
Where do i even belong?
I never know, but i own the blames

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Epistle


Comments about End Of The Road by Oke Olumide

  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/31/2015 5:25:00 AM)


    as Shakespeare wrote
    The love that follows us sometimes is our trouble, which we still thank as love - Macbeth, Act I, Scene VI
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015



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