Poetry: Letter Home by Olabayo Moses Tolulope

Maami,
My hands are too heavy to greet this time
For my heart is filled with tears

Your early sun is now lost into eclipse of the green
Despite father's songs of prodigal sons
I've chosen this wild path of trials and troubles

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Tell father. The world has taught me patience
And I've learnt that fall comes in two steps, a time
And I've built my refuge behind guns and bullets

Tell Chimma. My fat dreams about love has melted
And I've become a monster that consumes dust and stars
Death and life now reside in my pockets, against her wishes

Mother, I've learnt another language - silence
So, do not swim into wail, but solitude
If your boy refuses to pen his tears home again.


Biography:

Olabayo Moses Tolulope is a student, a native of Ogun state, Nigeria and a writer who writes with passion.


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