M ind and soul apart
Y et I want to move
D ead and gone they say my soul is
A fter the roughest encounter of my existence
Y ear and year passing by me
S ilence is taking over my vibrant self
A midst all those trails, I still struggle
R oaring every minute I find the chance
E ven when they say it has no effect
N umbers are what I count now
U nder my dwelling place, I count
M emories of good times drying me up
B ehind me, I still hear laughter and mockery
E nergetic laughter inspired by mockery
R eminding me of how much they claim to care
E xamination of conscience I make with no success
D ays keep seeming numbered for me...
By
Maryjacob Okwuosa
2015
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