Hit with the rod of infirmity,
Life I bled,
for a dozen year.
In search for cure,
A number of physicians I came across
Alas! Their prescriptions failed.
Left with nothing,
His tale I heard of,
If only I can have a piece of Him!
With a fog of despair between us
A piece of His clothing I grasped,
And my bleeding ceased.
Ìyétidé
This poem was written by Bamiyo Oyeleke Abigeal who writes under the pen name Ìyétidé. You can read her full profile here and read other works by her here.
Wonderful piece😊
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