Pensive

Pensive

I wanted to think

But I could not blink

I wanted to dream

But sleep didn’t come

I stared into open space

Tears rolled down my eyes

Like an endless river of overflow

When will it stop

How will I know

I ponder still

I tried to erase the memories to no avail

Climbing a never-ending hill

On a journey that only gets steeper

Like diving into an ocean that only gets deeper

I wanted to open a safety deposit box and lock them all up in there

Away from me, so I could move with more ease

My heart raced like horses on a track

My body became warm

Sweat buds popped on my forehead

Like steam on the lid of a hot soup pot

Defensive

My emotions are like clouds in the sky

Sometimes I wonder how I get by

Soon they will erupt into a torrential downpour

Causing floods that will sweep away all that’s in its way

Only then will I be free

Pensive

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

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Wasted Years

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I would brood over my wasted years

And all in vain I would cry these tears

But the years have wasted not but yet

And I intend not to wait till death

For I have desires, passions and yearnings

For which I intend to make my life’s earnings

That I should suffer for the loss of my worth

And one day find myself a rot

But that, Oh! Lord, I shallest not

But to seek the things I have sought in thought

To pursue my dreams and in all its realms

Even in religion, to recite my psalms

A day is passed yesterday, today and another tomorrow

Swiftly it slips by, slides away, but yet shall find me not in sorrow

For I intend to conquer all my fears

And take a firm grasp on all my years

Less I find myself in tears

Brooding over my wasted years

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com