My Lamentations.

As the antelope find is
way across the lion
den my years are numberd,
The fish have find it way to the
dry land, the moon light is
geting dim and the stars
are weak. Am a cripple bull
in the field full of lions and
snakes, doom doom hit my
ears, so i cry in pain, still
the sky is slient, my conrage
is in the the dragons mouth,
will i survive this moment of
terror?

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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