The Barren Thought Poem by Sulaiman Alimat Taiwo

In the shadow of earth, half of my life passed
Flying unpleasantly in dreams like a polluted air
Tears rolling like a wound in the water
An account of the passing of death

The brother of death steadily exact the second part of me
My soul, in which stands a beautiful paragraph of life
This is a common experience I want to pin down
I've got this far and my vision fails

The experience stands outside the frame of time
Loosing its flowers, reality blossoms outside by the moon
Life fades on the stem, divorce by breath in isolation
A good part of my sleep peered out with visions
Fantastic object of a barren thought