The Haunted Poet Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

I am in a place
Where things are hidden in the book.
Let a decade pass in a gentle pace;
Here in the book, they shall not look.
Alas! This is what I do.
I render thought on the power of pen,
Unappreciated, should my passion flew!
No, no never! I'll wait for my brethren.
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I am in a yard no history came,
All valour came and dissolved like flame.
Yet I know of a vainglorious fame,
They sink their knees and adore its name.
Alas! This is where I am
Rendering thought on the power of pen.
Yet unknown, no cause for alarm.
No, no never! I'll wait for my brethren.