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A hunting world
A spiny cave I ran into
Couldn’t find rest
Filled with agitation

I sob in silence
Tears behind my smile
I shout in silence
Death behind their smile

My shadow taken away
Left with nothing
My Grand sent away
Not allowed to win

I was almost there
I was this close
But thrown into stillness
Down into repose

I await help from the little population
The whole was little noised and all
I couldn’t but cry
I tried but cried
Wish I could stand
Wish I could move
I drown in my down
Alone, was laid to rest in the lone room.

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.