This is tiled with jagged bricks,
And I walk alone.
Having squandered time, telling tales,
I stand ashamed.
With hopes shattered while I,
In disillusionment await the wage,
With terror and fear.

This gut wrenching pains,
Who can tell?
The bitter grips of the chilling
Hands of death,
Who would save?
I stand condemned,
I confess, yea, I confess.

All is gone and none remain,
I am a shadow of yester years
Where are the affections?
And my companions,
I cannot find
This path is tiled with jagged bricks,
And I,
Walk alone.

macaulay akinbami

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