Passing Train And Squeaky Vulture Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Looking at her abandoned high buildings
I remember the owner once again
Empty windows, with sparrows flying in
Think of his struggles, my worries and aches
Think of hating myself and never stop living
Every pains suffered for holding on too strong
how I wish darkness wasn't dark for me
And its hours weren't so cold and cruel
The self disown, the anger and the addiction
Though never, never wanted them to happen
Winds they blow, but not as I anchored
Sometimes I think what's the point of life?
It is just like passing train and squeaky vulture.


Think of every words not said as they were
Chances missed, its sacrifices and its scars
Think of old memories gone in the old skies
Every Strangers met and friends I won't met again,
Some lost to suicide, some lost to prison
Some shinning like kites, some melting as wax
Wishing all I had met followed the sun
Wishing all girls I met would marry me
Some hearts broken and some still mending
how I wish I could choose my religion
How I wish I could just believe science
Sometimes I had to exchange this for something
For all is like passing train and squeaky vulture.