Solitary Reaper Poem by Adidu Adebowale Emmanuel

Heart filled with grief, desires piled up to the roof like a broken vessel, eyes sheared with blood, if the eye of the earth could not produce then you reap your tears like a lazy man do. people come and go i came and been force to sit at the extreme corner where passing-by could not hear me crying, i sat here daily to drink my salted tears while those who could wipe it off sit with hands folded round the chest, i was left alone with my heart purging out grief, with out much ado this life is an ocean of experience and my heart log for a solitary reaper.