Guest Writer's Profile
Name: Wahab Olamilekan
PenName: Stonez
Genre: Poetry
Profession: Social Educator
Location: Nigeria
5. POINT OF GRIEF
In a place like this, where
sadness is a thunderstorm of solitude,
and happiness
being butterflies that fade with the wind.
In a place like this, where
shame is the gown that keeps me warm,
and pride
being the lonely path that I walk.
In a place like this, where
I would like to get lost in books
and poems
written from the point of grief.
Rebel Stonez 🎶
6. DANCING TO THE SONG OF GRIEF
the grief of yesterday
ticking off the one of today
ticktock ticktock
my self esteem burns into
depression-
my depression burns into
grief
yet i dance. i dance
to the blacken of my
essence
i dance
to the flaming of my sadness-
carefully observing
as it burns into achy
lullabies-
there should be purpose
somewhere
for those who's capable to love
but this grief
keeps ticking off the hatred in me
falling me off the cliff
yet i dance
to the song of grief
yet i dance
to the never stopping percussing grief
Rebel Stonez 🎶
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