DEATH By Gideon Abowha

Written by Editor

I felt my heart being ripped
For thy inevitability grumbled my heart.
Thy gracious pains and sorrows
Apocalypsed my morale continuity
For thy frustrations and confusion
Takes me far to the unknown land beyond.

Cemetery is lonely
Graves full of bones that do not make sound.
The heart moving through a tunnel
In it darkness, darkness, darkness.
Sometimes I see alone
Coffins under sail
Embarking with the pale, with women that have dead hair,
With bakers who are as white as angels.

Death goes through the world dressed as a broom
Lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies, death is inside the broom,
The broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses
With the needle of death looking for thread.
Oh Master death, I hail thee!

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.