Poetry

WAITING AT HEART’S POST By Ogunmuyiwa Rachael

Written by Editor

Beaten, bruised, aches

Torments, a neglected land

The palm tries to ask the hand

For answers, answers riding on waves

The heart keeps invoking

Invoking the race of the heart

For love that was fast

Cordiality which embodies our past

You said the in-betweeness was my act

Motoro, does it make breaking me your right?

Did I not hear, that Abeni

Whose lips flame disaster in the manner

Of a slumbering desiccated brain

Told you I bought some Ole from Akanni

To pay with my hole

When the night consumes all role

Motoro, does it make breaking me your right?

I waited at heart’s post

Empty,

Stuck within a dizzying circle

For an answer promised to come

The messiah that should minister to our miserly love

The truth could hurt

The truth could change

It could be the night of one’s pain

It could be the morning of one’s joy

Until you said goodbye for it was long I told you,

I love you.

 

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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