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Sulyman Abdulmoomean Yitta Poem
A soul hunted for its funeral feast call
Battled with hatred for its solemn silence
Desperately chased for its final fall
A soul shot to crown its condolence
Amidst fears and fouls lives
A soul whose heart beats with fear
Suffering from the pains and injuries of its past
For the world around it aches and rears
Grudges hurling spells and charms for its last
On it, like waves on a sea fear rises
A soul that live in fear of future
Fearful of the fall and the law
Its heart sings the song of fear of nature
Hoping to see the said moon glows more
For the soul is prophesied a GREAT
Copyright © Sulyman Abdulmoomean Yitta | Year Posted 2013
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Sulyman Abdulmoomean Yitta Poem
Within A ripping Soul
A feeling of loss in lore
Amidst the web of the whirling wind
On the eyes of the earth
Amidst the whirling wave
On the eyes of the seas
A soul emerging to grab
The edges of the complex world
It is growing and living in
To capture its entirety
The more it attempts
The more complex the word seems
That the ripping soul seems lost
Amidst thought about the whiling wind
Of the world
Copyright © Sulyman Abdulmoomean Yitta | Year Posted 2012
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Sulyman Abdulmoomean Yitta Poem
Never have you a knowledge so sound
About a restless spirit bored beyond bear
Whose pain and presence the living ones abound
Just Aerial soul pervades senses with lively fear
Terror in a household that has no hands
in your death
Over the presence of your death bored we are
as u this bands
Your terrifying lovely visit our hearts it tethered to
terror on this earth
We never wish you dead, the pain our senses it
brands
Every one here experiences you in our dreams
Beckoning us for burial as though we were dead
Our hearts in a wake with thunderous fear stricken
in realm
How then do we appease your restless soul, the
dead?
Copyright © Sulyman Abdulmoomean Yitta | Year Posted 2014
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