Coronach ' MY DAWN '

Oh my beloved dawn in nef!
The earth scares me of my existence,
what essence is nomadism
if your ship careens no more.
My fate and faith has lost the world's hope,
no path to shadow , just your memory resonates me of annihilated happiness.
Well, the herbalist consults lame men in in bushes,
life is nothing but murder as I remember
that night on the coffee table.

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo.

The poet personae of this piece mourns she loses a friend to death. She doesn't
see living as part of life anymore as the memories of her friend of the dust turns her brain around existence.