The Blue Homecoming
What a world!
Where dejection ought not glide,
Kindle nor abide,
All I craved,I never had,
Nor my tears ever dried,
What of me was made,dejection's pride,
What I had thought it was,
What was meant to be home,
A bit did I know,'t was one to roam,
My feet too bare,so lone was the path,
But to fate I held,
And by faith had I compelled,
Now I genuflect in tears,
When already my dermis dwindle,
To thee I return,Set,god of the desert.
Copyright © Olamide Adebayo | Year Posted 2016
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