It's No Delight

I sit there to think and write;
Never realizing how deep it's night;
With day still young in sight;
My eyes yet clear and bright;
It gives my pen the light;

No man could know my plight;
They guess and think they're right;
My calm i keep with might;
My heart declares a fight;
I will, but not tonight;

Is a heart like kite?
Do you know it hurts to bite?
Why raise my thoughts to height;
When in truth your heart is tight?
Trust me, it's no delight...

by Bakare Oluwagbenga Michael

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