Please Don't Go Poem by Bonaventure Onuabuchi

I do not lie.
I lie amidst truths untold.
Hunk of prank; galling to digest.
The sweet sorrow of lively death,
overwhelming odds of a blissful dream.

Pofaced in a laid lie,
where death is for immortality.
I feed on its hostile hope,
reality in a garment of uncertainity.

Now, your "bye" afflicts in a tearful gaze.
It burns a poignant choking in a dream like snare.
Mournfully, I plead...
Please do not go!