The air is stale
The smell of sorrow lingers in the air
A dark shadow is cast
Humans wander, knowing not their destination
The fragrance of hope is lost
Despair now dwells in our life’s string.
Soon, the Fates will snip, snip, snip.
And the string will be detached from the yarn.
Wither thou goest, thou knowest not.
Hast thou considered what phantom laid beyond the river?
Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu is a prolific writer and an earnest teacher. She loves poetry and her work has been featured in several anthologies and online platforms like Giant pen and... She has a penchant for music and this has been a drive to delve into the rudiments of music over the years. She has ministered along with different choirs and has also graced the stage with solo performances in classical and contemporary gospel music. She is a lover of God and beliefs "Passion is a cause for result."