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Why me


Why me Dying in solace , agonised by the unfolding misfortunes of life Tears tear me into pieces leaving a rugged face that shows no sign of a smile They drip down the empty stomach with much ecstasy and no one just to wipe them out Mosquitoes feast on my blood every night on that stinging place I call bed A place where pigs can't consider to stay A saviour and a bread winner they say merrily as they drill my body I have no one to turn to No one to hear my voice No one to hold my hand I hate it here, But destiny chose this as my final destination I know once I had a family, but now a history Turned from joy to misery I wonder why the God allowed it to be this way I sit back and watch Waiting for my death, It's not a new word I have seen short life spans Like major lumbricoides e.t.c Because I know my corps will be thrown to dogs and vultures to feed on I choose to die in silence
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