Tears like the Nile maketh my eyelid,
As it parts to give way to its violent currents,
For all alone am I on this Island,
Cupid only looks to test my forbearance.
You are the reason I am on this Island,
Seated on the sand staring at the sky so blue,
Your loving embrace do I at this moment demand,
For within my heart doth a violent storm begin to brew.
I realise only now what true love is but it's too late,
You showed me love but I took you for a jester,
I fear my words would 'ppear to you only as prate,
And for this of you shall I never again pester.
By mine own hands have I written my own tragedy,
For which within my soul will I live in eternal agony,
Your warm embrace will now in my mind remain only a fantasy,
Till the day of our meeting on this Island which I do await anxiously.
YOU ARE READING
INSOMNIA
PoetryDolor refers to the feeling of sadness. X is about Malcolm X and the fight against oppression of black people. Necessitudo finita means 'this is the end of our union'.
