"Sleep of the just"
In Fresh freeze–I freeze up myself
Sleeping with a rib
Clothed by white cloth
Methinks it's short sleep
And starts swimming in dream
But later,peer myself on top of grim
Seeking for my bejeweled bed
As soft as silk to take a rest
In the mute breeze with bed of roses
Why bedlinen of mine becomes
Stones with different soils?
Gathering of paper and cheer
Neither seems to defend my star
When coming down from heaven
To anticipate my cloud or get me a brief
To call mine that "it's high time I left"
Oh what a waste space I spent !
I voice out for some help
Either rescue me from this dark
Or bring bright as a button light
'cause I wish I were on previous space
Where seeking out my bed and board
And peer my star as star apart
Oh ! Is this the end of my life ?
©ASO,Tijani
Innovator onilu
April 19,2023
