Love Passed me by - A Dirge (Part 2) By: Balogun Fatimah

In my little shanty,
The fire burnt my temples.
Relishing pains of the past,
Which brought bitter sobs to my frail eyes.
I relinquished my ultimate vigor.

I loved them all.
Adépítàn can testify to the haven of peace,
We shared while the ligatura was puissant.
The symphony of prismatic memories we created.
He knows how soft hearted I am,
And how I anticipated his desires every Nightfall.

What else can love demand?
For every forced solitude,
I tried to pinpoint my mistake.
Through the racking,
No answer showed it's radiance.

They say,
The flavor of life is Love,
The salt of life is Love,
Why am I abjured of all these?
Perhaps, I was never born lucky to have a virtuous lover.

I felt an immense fatigue that engulfed my soul,
A fear that submerged my psyche.
Fear of having grey strands without a mate,
Nor a buddy to call mine.
How I wished to be galvanised,
By the aura of love.

But thy hast been unlucky,
With love.
For it leaves you shattered,
When you seek it the most.
It passes you by,
When you yearn for it.

I will Love again.
In a forced solitary,
I will redeem myself.
For my charms had faded,
With the incessant tears,
And worry to find love,
Which never found me.

©Balogun Fatima Oluwatosin 2017

Artwork @hiro980117 (IG handle)

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