Forsaken Life Poem by Arapunachukwu Peter

When I was alive
I thought I was dead
The pain is much hard than been alive
Is like being a labourer in Africa
Toiling with sun from east to west for a thousand naira

What should I have paid life for me to live?

While on a journey of I'm coming back soon
I lost my body and everything that made me human
On the other end I stand for help
As I wait to hear people to shout is a hit and run
But their loud silence pulled me to grave
My spirit sighed and walked away
At the lawless road
Where people is moping me in their home
Who could have speak if am naive?
That this body is me
Lying selflessly in the presence of death
My Angel
Give me a sit for blossom rest
And try make death know am here
For life have forsaken me when I needed his help.