Dirty clouds hovers above the sky, <br />Hurricanes sweep through the city, <br />Fear grips the men, shackles their spirit to try, <br />Conflicting emotions, anger or pity? <br /> <br />Immutable, tears is powerless, <br />Pleasure now is considered redundant. <br />Vanity upon vanity, this occasion is endless, <br />Deaths venom in life is abundant. <br /> <br />As the cock crows at dawn, <br />Destitute orphans hunt for a loaf or crumbs. <br />When silence screams out at night, <br />A widow's barrenness becomes her fright. <br /> <br />Bury me not while I breadth, <br />Seek me not when I will be gone, <br />Someday, my soul will be freed, <br />Then my memoir will be done.<br /><br />kelvin nwanji<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-memoir-will-be-done/
