POEM: Sting of Death by Olaitan Yushau

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THE STING OF DEATH

O My world, who do I explain this to?
The moon and star has left the sky
For they have disappeared like aura
Frustration and thinking want to kill me
Sorrow upon pains has eaten me up
For my only back bone has broken

O my world, where will I start from?
Because the womb that gave birth to me,
Has kicked the bucket just yesterday
My heart has broken like a fallen glass
For who will pamper me even if I fall sick
For no one can grasp me than them

O my world, who will help me?
For who I left with is dangerous as lion
Tears has become water used to quench my thirsty
And pang has become food serve with plate of sorrow
Because what flows in my vein is sting of death.

©® Yushau Abdulwasiu Olaitan
*The_Golden_Pen*

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