Drowning Poem by Akinyi Oyuke

Evening,
The shades are already visible,
The clouds gathering,
A storm,
Just as my heart,
A thousand voices in my head,
None giving direction,
Sure life is cruel,
But why spill its wrath on me
Its just a month over and so
Only angels predict happenings
Prophets if there exist any
Foretellers but only lived in oldage
I look at my life and God I question
Cant it be a little simpler?
A question I ask
Born without a golden spoon
Cant I be considered?
My hearts weighing heavy on me
My dreams I watch being walked upon
The goverment juggling with a future am working so hard on.
And a force so strong pulling me
Backwards...
To a place so dry
A place so lone
The sky looks dry
The air seems retired
The future so bleak
No hope..
Am Crushed