By Alabi Abidemi

I suddenly became a wanderer
Searching for nothing that was missing
Then i thought i had it with someone
But i was afraid of reaching him.
Because i wasn’t sure what to expect.

How am i supposed to get it
Was the rhetoric question i asked myself
I can actually get it for myself
Thereby encouraging myself
But the courage seem fading gradually.

Who is it that am reaching out to
I said within myself
People who do not care about me?
Or the ones who doesn’t even know about my existence?
Man will always be man no matter what.

Hope not they say on any man
Unless you want it broken
And then you realise they are not trustworthy
But then it’d already be too late
When it seemed to have been shattered.

Dears if you care to know
Disappointment has no limitation
Once encountered, memories it become
Because anybody can disappoint you
So pick up your pieces and look to God.

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