Lonely Poem by muideen olawale jimoh

When my gold sun refuse to shine

And my world seems like a small house

Just seconds away from dropping on a goldmine

And my life seems to have lost its course.



Rose flowers refused to bloom

And stars stopped illuminating the sky

As they prefer the solace of their cocoon

Up in the skies, up on high.



It’s like I’m standing in the middle of a dark farm

Surrounded by wild bushes and monster crops

I know not who or where I am

Cos every minute I feel cold dead I’ll drop.



I’ve lost my entire mind

Saw bread and called it stone

These feelings are strong, one of a kind

I feel all these cos you left and now I’m alone.