Without you


  • Love

    Without you

    Ocean without water

    Sky without cloud

    my life without you.


    In the gathering of friends:

    "life goes on"-- my veneer

    My chest I beat, even till the day goes down--

    "I am a man, I can't be broken"

    This I say, even till the sun comes up.


    Let the birds tell it on mountain tops:

    "I am stronger than ever"

    Till all are deceived

    even you

    that I am stronger

    without you.............


    But in the middle of the night

    when no friends can see nor ask

    My cheeks dampened with tears

    I commune with myself:

    "Extra" in "Extraordinary" is gone

    Ordinary I have become

    A common man

    water has dried up

    ocean depth has 'come bare

    Smoke has covered the clouds
    inky now is once beautiful-to-behold

    How can life go on?



    these thoughts I write on marbles

    that I forget not

    Don't tell it to my friends

    lest they say I am weak

    I would deny it before my parents

    that I am broken inside

    lest they think me feeble.......


    If this ever happens


    This, you should know:

    the key to my world is lost

    without you--

    The key to my world

    Gbenga Famisanmi © 2009

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    TheLastCowboy commented on Without you


    Wow great writing, you paint such a great picture with your words!!!And as a man I can relate with the broken Heart.

    DAMILOLA commented on Without you


    Sweetie. these thoughts I put on marbles. that I forget not. NICE

    crazzyy4u commented on Without you


    wow i'm speechless tht was great

    Rabbi commented on Without you


    Gbenga,i wont say i word and you know why! Should i?

    Rocetman commented on Without you


    very open writing,good flow- kept my attention and made me think. enjoied it and will read more of your work latter!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Gbenga’s Poems (9)

    Title Comments
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    My Name is Travon 0
    How do I? 8
    The night I fell in love 16
    Till I get there 4
    Even in death 11
    Without you 15
    End like the beginning 10