*_I'M LOSING MYSELF_*

*23/1/2026*

I'm losing my grip,
I'm losing my lines,
Perhaps I should rest my pen and go on a trip,
Perhaps I should let this poem be a sign,
To me it's already dawn,
Let poetry be, and rest on my lawn,

These days are tough,
And time becomes slow,
My points are rough,
And they said I should whisper them low...
Perhaps I should close the door...
And go back to scrubbing the floor,


I'm losing my health,
I'm losing myself,
These verses are out of wealth,
Maybe I should go back to the shelf,
If so I could find a piece,
If so I could find peace...

*© Sikiru Abdullateef oyelami ✍️ (THE MIGHTY INKER)*