The Poor Shadow Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Death came to me today
In a scary dream
And stole sleep from
He again came
In love mine
Who heartbreak gave

Death came to me today
In the passing of my cat
He broke sweat my eye
And again came
In swelling my thighs
That favorite blouse slit

Death came to me today
Veiled in the air I breathe
Masked in water a throat
Wrapped in cigarette, my calm
He courted me thro walks
And falter my organs

Death came to me tonight
In memories good
He lain in the potions I gulp
Venom that mend failing organs
And on, to poor death was poison
That could come only, not grasp