On My Bad Poem by Kudzai Kizito Madangwa

on my bad
my last hour with thee
on my death bed
lying facing the roof
my eyes focused on the blank faces
of famous people
as if they are seeing what's up

in my mind am thinking how I am
to leave without collecting money from debtors
luck I'm ain't one meaning tomorrow
peace will be there...
om my funeral

a tear runs slowly on my cheek into my ear.
the tear is for my business which I'm leaving
with noone to handle it using my love
this death might be its death

my old heart pounds
and release heat,
my useless body shakes
making me caught, laugh and close my eyes