Laid in pools of his living blood, <br />as his heart sobs close to death, <br />liquor's swift judgement to death, <br />while travelling in the rainy flood. <br /> <br />Perhaps when diseases worsen the grief, <br />drilling down the spine with no grease, <br />yet still smokes and drugs with no cease, <br />then length of life could be so brief. <br /> <br />High speed got him close to angels, <br />as he tranverse upward towards heavens, <br />sight of lanes ahead are pairs of seven, <br />in all recklessness of the highway devil. <br /> <br />Didn't you see without haste? <br />and perceive in clear senses? <br />that all injuries and damages of your graves? <br />are warnings of every living day? <br /> <br />However (he) despises the symbols of the eyes, <br />and strains of bodily weakness, <br />but hope to thrive in existence, <br />while death was the final sprook.<br /><br />Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/agonizing/
