When Upon the Evening Couch I Sat

Also Read

When Upon the Evening Couch I Sat

- June 10, 2017

When upon the evening couch I sat to ponder awhile

I imagine the trajectory of our frail lives

Then I see an eagle with clipped wings

Falling from the windy clouds

A garden watered with the rivers of red blood

A nation bathing in the flood of their own tears

The last words upon many dying lips

Is of woe and sorrow

There are hearts that may never know happiness

And lips that have forgotten how to smile 

The blazing sun cannot quench that darkness in the hearts of men

I can only wonder for how long

will love forsake mankind

© Olatuja Oloyede