Solitude Is Hard, Give Me A Hand Poem by Sulaiman Alimat Taiwo

Creeping down my cheeks like flooding water
Hear me now!

Don't say those words if you don't honor them
Take me not to a meaningless session again

I wish not to be crowned your heroic deception
I've sought for truth and abort the sadness in the past

Unleashing the burdens carried across ageing periods
From the depth of my heart where the memories cry

I carried the hatred of the question why
I have no reasons for hiding my thoughts

I've spilled emotions in pursuit of joy
The hole in my heart is deep and empty

To have a sense of my past paradigm
My innocent heart bled from innocency

Trapped by illusion of a vanquished love
I've crossed the bridge that spanned my docile domain

But the past cloud still hunting my mind
Understanding truth my mental disdain

When even my loneliness attempt to value its worth
I forced my pen to bleed

Its time to bend my heart and take a hand
Solitude is hard, I need a hand