Certain Days...(Poetry)

There are certain days,
when the feeling is so low...
Just like a dark clous overshowing a glow.


There are certain days,
when you suffer a gruesome test...
Like a bird in the forest, searching for her nest.

There are certain days,
when nothing appears right...
And the moon has fail to brighten your night.

There are certain days,
when you need a true friend...
To tell you that the aeon ahead is better; this is not the end.


Akinsehinwa Damilola.
August 6, 2015.

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