On The Seventh Night Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The gods has put so-
In my dream' your betrayal
That this moment- your poison hungers
I have watched thee sleep-
And it fears me- what my vigilance informs-
The swirling your body takes while slumber

Who is him?
That touches thee- and make wink in thy sleep?
Who is him?
Whose spit treads on thy cheeks while you wake?
Should my misfortune be burdened more by thy silence?
Bury thyself at least in lie-
I permit thee to-
And save me from murder!

Nay- Aye- Ye deny me-
And shut your eyes from my hold-
Your victory is art!
And my woes keep tides-
What am I to thee?
A rose be watered by tears?
Am I to thee
A lamp your tears shall pat?
Ye have betrayed me-
I shall not see that lips-
I shall not shame thee!
Let death be my mercy-
And the gods- be thy judge!