Upon My Stool Of Love Poem by muideen olawale jimoh

Upon my stool of love

I’m buried in a casket of doubt

My heart is like an injured dove

Which has been dealt a clout.



I can barely see tomorrow

Today is a lost shadow

Survival leads, and my heart follows

Feeble it is like a bones marrow.



Love ought not hurt this much

When a wink from an enemy

Or a wave, or a touch

Is subject to scrutiny.



Love is a prisoner

A helpless victim of pressure

Love is a wanderer

To some…an everlasting treasure

….Love is a lie…