A Day That Won't Come Poem by Damilare Tella

I woke up at our sleep hour
And dusk was not without light
My mind was filled with fright
As an unknown took me to a lonely tower

There, i saw the sun in its ungolden self
Beside, was the moon with a glowless gaze
I watched as the cloud turned green and the field blue
In the air the trees sang joyfully on Eagles wings

Soon, i heard as the River stopped in protest for a drink
Even the soil wept for it had a shallow root
I heard as the flies begged the wounded to wound no more
The breeze squawked, for it has for long been without air

to my oldest kin, i told this tale
'A day that won't come' he said
Who else shall i tell, that i have seen the unseen
who shall hear from me that heard what has never been heard
Tis only me that look me in awe
For to me what will never be, has been
I have lived in that day that won't come.