Left To Die. Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

Left To Die.



I wish I could wrap my arms
Around You
For the rest of my living,
But living without you by my side
Is an everyday hustle, trying to find
Solace in me, I loafe and lean in solitude,
Neither a word I can indite,
Or suffice to write,
Nor music or rhyme to lull on,
Instead retiring back in abeyance
Where atmosphere is not that fragrance,
We harbored for good and bad.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was inspired by a movie with the same title I was watching last night. #LEFT_TO_DIE.
Accused of a crime she did not commit. Imprisoned by a corrupt system. The odds are stacked against Sandra Chase (Barbara Hershey, Black Swan) when she finds herself behind bars in Ecuador. As her daughter (Rachael Leigh Cook, Nancy Drew) tirelessly works to rally political support in Washington D.C., Sandra makes desperate choices in order to survive her horrifying ordeal.
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