Submitted By: Oludolapo Ajibola Sosina

When tortured visions
of you run wild in my fevered brain.

The night sky thunders,
and the dusty earth quakes.

Beneath I see no end,
above I know no beginning.

When tortured visions of you
run wild in my fevered brain.

The air is breathless,
and the sea depthless.

Ahead I see no vision-star,
behind I know no nostalgic hour.

© Oludolapo Ajibola Sosina, June 2002