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The Brave Fall
We lingered too the passenger like awaiting the snake that runs on dike We sat, hands tied to lower jaw like Mom waiting for her dour child to spike For hopefully the rain which pours like Husks husked, bowl tilted by girl old tyke Alas! Drought came and left fields empty Our leaves wildt too tired to agony, offered by weather adversity And we, seedlings, fold to sleep gradually All my neighbours died too and early They had said, 'Dying is birth, buddy.' I defied and stayed alive like Odyssey The sun scorched and bruised my everywhere I came red and food I could not bear I bent as though I was to crawl there Searching for water my thirsts impair All adversities devoured to scare On me as was the one standing their dare I can't again it's too much on me My hands cut; I'm now an amputee By burning blown winds by high degree Like Othello, it's that now's my zee Hoping to rise when a drop drops free For dying is birth said my buddy BY: Yussif Hassan Cissey 8/01/18
Copyright © 2024 Yussif Hassan Cissey. All Rights Reserved

Book: Shattered Sighs