Dead Letter
I open it, leaves are stuck
prick it, no movement
burn it, expels fire defiantly
speak to it, no response
sit on it, no complain
What a dead letter this one is
it is picked, used and thrown
into the gutters of nothingness
it lies eyes closed, dead
but everyone watches on
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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