The Deed
If death is deed
Along the dark silent sounds weeps
Owls cries without tears
As flowers dies on trees
Mock me not, of if I cry for the truth I seek
With this state of mine where I'm healthily sick
When my sleep hast make my day weak
My month hast move so fast a year
Gray hair on head moves me closer to boat
Drugs as foods to hold thee
Hast drugs hold thee?
Now your sun shall see the moon
And ray shall lead thou through
The deed is done
The made as be taken
And it's time to sleep
Copyright © Hamzat Adams | Year Posted 2019
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