Written by Editor

Death! oh! Death!
The pain you cause is beyond repair,
My heart bleeds whenever you appear,
You never seem to miss your target,
I wonder who’s next on your list.

Death always comes in without knocking,
We had seen the previous night,
He was full of energy and lots of smiles,
I still find it hard to believe,
That a man of honor had gone so quick.

Death once again had showed me it’s ugly face,
I couldn’t believe he was the one being laid,
The German machine who had great fame,
Now, all his knowledge and wealth will go to waste,
Death is really a beast of all time.

I soon fell into trance of our happy days,
I could hear his shouts and see his loving face,
He loved giving lectures at the comfort of his gate,
How on earth could I forget the memories we shared?
My whole body fidgets at the thought of him being dead.

The feeling of death is like a shot arrow upon one’s heart,
It triggers all sensory neurones,
Leaving us shattered and unconscious,
Getting to deal with the curse being laid on us,
It’s really a trial loosing our dear ones.

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.