Comfort Eboigbe Poet Prose Poetry

Forrest Or Hell

Forrest or hell
Im sitting still
I feel so numb it frightens me
Holding unto my legs
Maybe I’m afraid to cry
I cried a lot
On the first day and second
Maybe because I hoped for a recue
Or because it was surreal
Then days, then weeks
When no one came
I prepared for death
Maybe its my punishement
For the way I had been
Now I feel disgusted
In me and my shame
Ive stopped crying
Ive stopped feeling
I rock myself and wait
Wait till when I’d stop breathing
I remember the day
I was stolen from my bed
I always did hate that bed
It was too soft, the irony
Now I ache for it
Anything that wont cause pain to my sides
I was taken to place unknown
Punished without food or water
Used by men for evil untold
Treated as dogs on the street
But there was hope then
Now death is my only escape

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