Hamzat Adams Poet Elegy

Death I Am

Thee feels sickness
Am not that of sickness
Am a curse to your destiny
Am thee who takes you from your many
To Thou land of any

 I might come in day light
Afternoon or Thou sweet night
I might come hast Thou strong as rock
And Thou breaks thee like stick

Thou not a killer
While thee view as a murder
I take thee on a journey
Journey of soul only
Where Thou shall be lonely

Am the truth Thou seek for
The future of Thou future
Am water which is  inevitable
Thee with no choice but drink


Listen! Thee who moans awfully
Keep this at the back yard of mind
Moans nor for those who embark
Because, also am at your back
Coming faster than you think
Moan for Thou yours

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Alkas Poetry April 21, 2019 at 1:51 PM A bird can be friendly... salute alkas

Alkas Poetry April 21, 2019 at 1:37 PM Interesting Humanization of Death a poetization that accepts death as inevitable company .... In terms of poetry, it is perfect, but in spiritual terms it is an allegory ... But dear poet You did a beautiful poetic exercise ... I congratulate you deeply alkas Hamzat Adams April 21, 2019 at 9:03 PM Thanks so much for reading my mind