LIFE IS UNFAIR., I WANT TO DIE!

With the deepest sorrow in my heart I write this poem.
With trembling hands and heavy fingers I hold this pen.
Hoping to find succour from the words which I pen.
And to tell the world how my life end.

Life is unfair!.. I want to die!
My life has been an epitome of abysmal sorrow and despair.
All my miserable days, poverty and penury have been my only kinsmen.
So destitute, that even the church mouse would gladly forfeit a meal so my hungry soul is fed.
Now I'm standing here., in the edge of a dead end.
Dieing without an heir. I've made my choice.

I sought for death, it wouldn't come near.
I'm tired of this mess.
I'm done living like a wretch.
O death where is your strength!
I long for your pale and merciless claws.
Drag me by my bushy hair.
Upstairs or downstairs., wherever I end I don't care.

This life is useless. Today it ends.
Every single breath I take leaves me scared of what might hit me next.
O death ain't you hearing my voice?
Come squeeze out every single air.
Till I become like an empty keg.

Life., I've always known you to be unfair.
I've never envisioned you to be this cruel.
My tears have been my daily bread.
My eyes, a river of endless tears.
I curse the day I drew my first breath.
I'ld gladly trade this breath for the chiefest place in hell.

I want to die right here!
That I may end my fears.
For the tranquil of the grave yard I quest.
Six feets beneath the earth I want to end.
In peace or in bits I wanna rest.
For the liquid of suicide I greatly thirst.
O death, come take me to your sacred nest!

I lay on my bed, tis as hot as hell.
Agony and distress are my closest friends.
Endless pain and torment are garments I daily wear.
Shame is like a crown on my weary head.
Tis now left a permanent scar on my forehead.
Even my house is like a tunnel leading to hell.
Well, this 's where t'will all end.
Under the benchmark of my final breath.

My days are turned to nights and darkness seem to never end.
Happiness, joy and peace to me are just a trio of aliens.
This is too much., I no more can bare.
I've tasted life, tis proven to be so callous and cruel.
Now I yearn for the sour taste of being lifeless.

O God., I have a legion of questions to throw at you like a spear.
Howbeit I really doubt if you're still up there.
Maybe you've vacated your throne and left me to dance to the painful rhythms of this cadence.
What is my offence?
What should I amend?
Well, it's too late. I'm broken beyond repair.
I failed life's test. yes, I accept.
Please let me die!
Let it all end here!

I write this poem amidst boiling tears.
Of a truth to me LIFE IS SO UNFAIR!

@ GOD'S BOI POEMS.

Emmanuel Momoh
© 2019