SESSIONS AFTER SUNSET

I walked hand in hand with my own depression,

My emptiness, my companion.

My life is a heavy burden I am forced to carry.

My tears, thick lava that flows from my heart.

If I met God, I'd asked for a thing

To know the heart of my lady and the pain or joy she feels

Strength to leap, see you through thick and thin.

But till then, I do not see

Alas! why do my queen bleed?

My blood is the ink to my pen,

It strengthens my voice but weakens my spirit.

I bleed because I am full.

Full of pain and deep torment.

You need a fix, I could be your doctor,

If I hate your sad face, I'd go make friends with Uju, Aisha or Ayo.

Nay! I don’t, let me share and be your succour,

Bear your burden and lighten your cup.

My darkness is mine,

It's greedy and selfish

It grips at me with vigour so great I might scream

I tug at my hair and tear at my skin,

I want out!!!

Give me your peace or I'll drown.

Though the flesh's a weakling, the spirit is however willing.

So contagious is my peace, a piece, I shall always give.

Never to drown, but to your shore, I shall lead,

Take my hand my love, and your heart, warm I shall keep.

Your hand I shall hold,

So tempting and sure.

Your love I'll possess,

Away from my darkness I'll progress.