When my gold sun refuse to shine
And my world seems like a small house
Just seconds away from dropping on a goldmine
And my life seems to have lost its course.
Rose flowers refused to bloom
And stars stopped illuminating the sky
As they prefer the solace of their cocoon
Up in the skies, up on high.
It’s like I’m standing in the middle of a dark farm
Surrounded by wild bushes and monster crops
I know not who or where I am
Cos every minute I feel cold dead I’ll drop.
I’ve lost my entire mind
Saw bread and called it stone
These feelings are strong, one of a kind
I feel all these cos you left and now I’m alone.
muideen olawale jimoh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-128/
