The Crying Game Poem by Ejalonibu Abraham

Sorrow stand outside of the door,
It's the anticipation that's keep knocking
Step into my the room
No words are spoken,
Welcome to the crying game.
The crying game
Beauty is behind the madness
Shadow runs miles in second,
Souls lost to bottomless bug
Darkness host in the heart of beauty.

Blood flows in eyes like river Nile.
Love is in the eyes of Ichabod
Happiness is with the hand that killed Uzzah
And hope is in the horn of the of the Dragon
Yet sweet agony is still runny in veins.