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Saturday, May 9, 2015

Lost Cause


You are not a lost cause
I wrote this poem
For your blackened eye and missing teeth 
Your midnight whimpers and lonely fears
Your shuddering shoulders and weak choices.
May these words put some heart in you
Be your lamp at midnight 
As you sit in the dark
Devising your exit. 

You are not a lost cause
This poem is for your quirks and bad hair days
Your shy gait and your stutter
For your never-looking-life-in-the-eye
Let these words remind you
That we were not all made
In sunny days when God felt high and brazen
Some of us were moulded on winter nights
With shivery hands
Yet with wonder 
Yet with fear


You are not a lost cause
This poem is for your feet
Dangling in the cliff of indecision
For your misplaced priorities
For the missed chances
Let these words remind you
That we all at diverse times
Have dwelt in the cusp of uncertainty 

2 comments:

iheanyi igboko said...

I feel like you penned this piece of poetry in cognisance of my present predicament.
Lost cause has just reinvigorated me. I feel inspired. Thanks

stephen olamilekan said...

Don't stop at it. Keep writing