Healing Poem by Adeosun Olamide

I am withering on your watch
Your tears, sweat don't save me
Am not sheltered by your- shadow
-The sun burns' absorbs bloom made
But don't go calling- the storm
No, don't bring in- the clouds
And don't bear my soul -the night
For -am only a flower'
Whose spirit feeds on -sunshine
And a flower with such -definement
Shall wither no more- as in death- if do
But usurp the clouds over you
Bestow mask beauty- distressed visage
And make sunshine on your face
-Gleam over my spirit
Poisoning venoms that art my veins
For tis-by a façade' my healing dost stems