So Conck An Agony Poem by Yusuf Qomorudeen Olusola

I rush through the iron gate of life
The train of anguish
Roared horribly on my back
The sunset
With the commotion of the day
Negated my will
The steady pace of the lasting hour
Compounded my atrocity
The sea rejects water
The water rejects me
I have nothing to reject

God... if these, as said
Were to be your conventional dictations
Grant me the marble vault of inundation
I mean
A serrated seal of sepulcher
Alas! the woeful day has come
To behold more
Of these aggravations
And then switch to the next gate of life