The Lonesome Poet Poem by Poet Akinwemimo Idris

I leave my life to live,
To strive to survive.
Since this breath,
Later will be left.


But tonight is cold,
On my lonesome soul.
Seems the world forsake,
My lonesome ache.


How could a night,
Moisturize my sight?
How could I sleep,
With my thirsty lip?


Oh dearest Àlàké!
This is yes unfair,
Leaving me thus,
Like Island cursed.


Note:

Àlàké is the name of a lady in traditional and cultural naming of Yoruba tribe of Nigeria in Africa.


6TH JUNE 2014.
6: 16 P.M
Esie Kwara State.