Looking For A Way To Die Poem by Gordon Ayisi

I came with a jerk, perfectly nude
With a caul for a treat.
I gurgled, chuckled and beamed lush;
Luxuriant and infectious smiles from ear to ear.
Conquest-mindedly I wade through life.
'From whence cometh the purpose of a person's life,
Is it by chance of casting of the lot? '
The call of destiny beckons to each one of us.
Fruitful and fruitless adventures I embarked on;
Anon, like the dark knight in dark nights
The generator of this unfathomable life suddenly broke down.
My life was in pitch darkness;
Gloomy and bleak, my future I see.
The fabric that covers my armour
As jet-black as coal makes me cold.
The denizen of crickets at bay played songs for my tribute.
To whither does the icy hand of death drag me
Or where do I plummet eternity-bound?
In the repository of my mind I sought
To shine and burn out one day just like a star.
This is not a reverie, I am looking forward to
Finding my light and rising to die in the sky as the brightest of the
FIRMAMENT.