Poems collection

DEAR SORROW

Sleep is a bird,
that has flown far away,
from the nest of my eyes.
while on the sea of screaming sadness,
my sorrow becomes
an adventurous ship.
my silent ship suffers greatly
from the tempting tempest
of depression---
restlessness married
my fragile frame, and
self-pity becomes an attractive girdle
around my waist, dragging my
self-esteem like a lamb,
to the slaughtering altar.
my ship withstood,
a billion contrary winds,
and sailed against all odds,
to the shore of purpose---
Dear sorrow,
thank you, for visiting me.

WELCOME TO IROO

Sorrow is fastened to my being
like a hump.
pain envelops me
like a letter of dead love.
Irojo is the fountain,
the fountain of my fecund tears.
whenever I see Irojo,
water gushes out
of my fountain of pain,
to wash my paralyzed love,
that's happily seated
on the wheelchair of betrayal.

Dunni Ebenco

Dunni