Treasure Island

Olugbenga Itunu Ogunderu

(dob 09-03-1983 / ibadan, Nigeria)

The Miserable Love


When i think about it all
The struggle to be happy
To be loved.
Finding that perfect companion
More i see
It's all an elusive mirage.
I realise i have never been in love
I have been wrongfully decieved
By my self.
So desperate for anything
I see love in every crack
My quest for love
My needs for warmth
It's been all a colossal err.
Endlessly still i search
A terminal desperation for perfection
But the light never shone.
Now am exhusted
Like unto a burnt out waxed wick.
Battered by the winds
Shall i stop to hope
Shall love allas be my embrace?

Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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