The ship of tears,
A tank of silent
and deep tears
borne out of pain
from a sea of thoughts
so deep in my mind.
Thoughts springing
from cruel odd lines
that had built up,
day after day,
so thick and high
deep within.
A stream of thoughts,
coiled from cutting words
which are a dagger
to my heart, piercing through
even the most solid
grounds of my soul.
Oh! how my heart aches
as warm tears crawl over
my round cheeks
finding their way
to my blossoming
bosom.
And as I sail
across the bay
on a large cruise
ship of tears,
over many days
and even weeks,
I will light up
an old kerosene lamp
and wade through
the oceans of pain,
hoping to arrive quickly
at the safest shore.
Yet, I will not,
trouble the waters.
I will wade thru gently
making sure that
as I pass on,
I am satisfied still.
© Gbeminiyi Alli 2009
Read Yoruba version - Oko Oju Omi Omije
A tank of silent
and deep tears
borne out of pain
from a sea of thoughts
so deep in my mind.
Thoughts springing
from cruel odd lines
that had built up,
day after day,
so thick and high
deep within.
A stream of thoughts,
coiled from cutting words
which are a dagger
to my heart, piercing through
even the most solid
grounds of my soul.
Oh! how my heart aches
as warm tears crawl over
my round cheeks
finding their way
to my blossoming
bosom.
And as I sail
across the bay
on a large cruise
ship of tears,
over many days
and even weeks,
I will light up
an old kerosene lamp
and wade through
the oceans of pain,
hoping to arrive quickly
at the safest shore.
Yet, I will not,
trouble the waters.
I will wade thru gently
making sure that
as I pass on,
I am satisfied still.
© Gbeminiyi Alli 2009
Read Yoruba version - Oko Oju Omi Omije
I am deeply touched by your poem. Seriously, as i was reading,it felt like you were expressing some sort of pain. You write beautifully well more ink to your pen.
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