Lifer Poem by Nkwain Stephen

I vie to cross the Styx
And won't wait for weeks.
Sweet death don't flee,
Come hither set me free.


Like rags and scraps I wear
Fade, rust, and tear.
With a scabies-ridden
Body, I'm downtrodden.


Oh sweet friend,
Take me and wend
From this stinky sty
That cause even stoics to cry.


Lord of the netherworld don't be afraid
Of my scabies-ridden body, to my aid
Come; don't even take me to the routine
Place; rather take me to quarantine.


Dear death, come closer and offer
A rescue hand to this suffer,
I'm drowning in misery
And dearly need thy ferry.