The Walk Alone Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

I have walked a very long miles
I have so many tears in dept of my smiles
All my race seems boring
Nowhere seems alluring
I have walked the walk of trust
All alone walk yet I was lost
I have my miles trekked alone
In a deep thought of mind still alone
I have my wine drank in dark
All light seems more darkening the dark
I have my loins tighten to my waist
To the right time all seems waste
I'm going to the well
If it is right or not well
I will drink from the flowing stream aback
Where all minds wishes to set back
I want to go give my cup up
To the the dried rain coming up
I will give it all to my lost
And let my mind dash off to lust
If the glass hold not, I will have it break
May be the time is yet to have a fun brake
If the calabash can't be made for mold
Then I till yp the ground for a clay mode
I will throw it down
If the night can't be dawn
I will slide it away
If I can't trade my real way.