Weakness Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

On this loft I place my head.
Lost in thought and deep in heart.
Not of a thing for glorification
But that which has gone
Beyond spirituality itself.

Despite all atonements made
To appeased the gods of the earth.
Even medications are in thousands.
Everyone still maintain its status quo.
Can this be a sickness or brain drained?

Of this I'm lost in clue.
What have you got to do with me this weakness?
I need you not.
For one who has the key
To unlock all things has won my heart.

Through his stripe my healing is sure
You have no right to make me the second Jabez.



© Olorunleke olorode