THE MOSQUITO'S LULLABY OF DEATH
Alas, at night starts the night tune
Thought to lull me to sleep good.
A rhythm of sweet deadly melodies in my ears
Even, clapping my hands to the melody that causes tears.
I stay awake because of the songs I hear,
Sadly clapping my hands for the tunes I fear
If I do not clap hands,
I will go six feet under the land.
To my hearing the mosquito sings aplomb,
Biting and sucking my blood
When I lay down my head for rest
What a sweet voice you possess!
At times, I painfully beat and slap myself
When she begins her song of death.
© PRINCE C. E. AGBA
Copyright © Prince Agba | Year Posted 2020
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment