Tomorrow i await,when my lofty desires raptured my mind
I have captured this many nights
Countless times and later escapes my jotted lines.
I have subjected myself to crying cries of humming notes of psalms
I got enslaved by my crafted pen made out of gold in his palm
Drilled on stones,wall and the sky.
I have sacrificed my drooling eyes
Which every night gasp for breathe
When i sieze to take a nap.
I have worked my brain
It worked me in turn smiles and riped lines.
Those nights i got myself entangled with torments and trials
From doubt i brought alive
That same time i gushed out in laughter when my writes reached out to likes.
This nights and those nights to come
Maybe that night i neglected my own dreams
Would rise back again to life
And make me whine my back to dance.
Through my own nights,i wake my day..
Jumoke Adesewa Olah