Words to Me

Your words haunt me
Because I became convicted
From one thing to do.
All the weirdest seasons
Surprised me into notification;
I don’t even know
Why the funeral was yesterday.
Indeed my life needs legislation,
I have got to go back to roots.
Sleep right there, raise the chin
And move eventually to sinfully act.
Your words haunt me
And my family.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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