FORLORN

FORLORN 

Every time it comes and grips me

I do not know what's in it for me

No one knows or care about how I fare

They only ask to be seen as fair

Yet I alone recognize this ache I feel

It never leaves till its had its fill

Three times I have stumbled and fallen

Three times I have gotten up all sullen

This is not a song of hope and waiting

This I write upon my bed strong but crying

What's in all these for me?

I see no rays of sunny hope

All I see is darkness covering my face like a shod

The waiting hope has turned to ashes in my mouth.

Nonye Anyichie