POETRY; WHEN I MEASURE THE DEPTH OF MY FALL

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Love struck different folks in different ways
To some, they hold it in their faces
To others, it controls their behavior

And then I see myself in three phases
Showered by enough fervor
Like am influence by a hard liquor
I covered myself in my own stupor

Love drunk
I worthy not to be a monk
As I suffer from love’s struck

I lay in my solitude
Hungry for my lover’s call
Her call, induce pity on myself solicitude

Lonely in my loneliness, still in my abysmal
And then I measure the depth of my fall
By her absence, I fathom the depth of my heart fall in its magnitude

Written and edited by Adeyemo Nathaniel