I slipped through today.
When it gets hard, remind me
it’s not suicidal to live.
Tell me of hope, of dreams and longing,
Tell me my hands will grow,
long enough to grab the things,
that for now are beyond my reach,
like the love I long for endlessly.
Tell me my heart won’t turn cold from loneliness.
Tell me I’ll find my lover’s hand
Tell me that to close my eyes in slumber
is not a fall into oblivion,
tell me that dreams do come true.
Then sing for me a lullaby
as I lay my heavy head to sleep.




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About the Author

Oreva-Oghene Isaac Oyibojabor is an undergraduate student at Ambrose Alli University Ekpoma Faculty of Law and a poetry enthusiast.