Never have I ever not felt this way;
Trapped in this realm, night and day.
The cry of a newborn calls from afar;
My wish to draw nigh keeps me tethered.
The flames of my soul needs more coal;
The hands that feed her is growing slow.
The wheels of this train is rusting away;
There's only so much that she can take.
Clouds are gathering in the distance;
The sky is turning darker this instant.
Is the night approaching like a traveller?
Or is the rain withholding until summer?
As the sands of time are running out;
I concoct a potion to clear my doubt.
Till the hour draws nearer than ever;
And my eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
Title: Flames of my soul
Written by: Esther Omonigho Oziegbe