The Poet's Tears Poem by Olusola Butler

T'was a moment without night whisperers
At the depth of gloom without the moon or stars
My fears extend beyond my comprehension
And my confidence weakens at the gate of desperation

Time tells only but forbidden stories
Days marked the never unfold mysteries
Words of yesterday heroes become superstitions
Same as greed embarks on journeys of deception

Creative pens of delight are fainting so early
Even as sheets upon sheets dry up in waste bins daily
The wisdom of the prudent increasingly retards
His value and prospects losses taste in all regards

Lyrics used to be ideas of wholesomeness
Today, plagiarized breeze smiles on works of selfishness
The ears of onlookers perceived mendacious tales
Peaks have fallen; heads have turned tails

Time ticks on as but anxiety range increases
Heroes sleep; words of hope were missed
My heart only focuses on the void street
Uncontainable tears drop down on my naked sheet.