Sleepless Nights

Your thoughts hold
My heart imprisoned
And my sleep eludes
As scenes in me unfold.

I stand at a cross-road
Again read your letters
The love each word exudes
Leaves me arms crossed and cold.

It’s been a fortnight
That my soul relished not a sleep
My hollow inside concludes
You stole my sleep-right.

I must have stolen yours too
For the mail man again
Out there in the rain
Has dropped the inked-you.

My sleepness night continues
As I await your coming news
A million miles away
For the day, I earnestly pray.

Goodness Olanrewaju

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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