The Shepard's Of Arcadia 5 Poem by Felix Emeka George

As day and night revolving
Ever appears and disappears
It without bringing me remembrance,
Of the fate and life on it, which
What has wrought against me?
Is Revolutions
I see sorrow as thus
My entire life dream,
As serious though ill
Like a broken gourd, shattered
In my Kneel nears the two ridges,
Sorting out,
A sound scattered in the soil.
Like a widen bitter hose,
With the eyes dribbling
Salt water to the sacred sands

My heart have been broken
Where is my mother to give me comfort?
And to hold me tight to banish fears?
Where is my father to tell my stories?
Where is everybody, Oh, God?
Who will kiss away my tears?
No sister or brother to love and parent, family.
Look at The uncle's poor life
And thinking is all about death
And my Aunt died
Why has my life turn to this tragedy?
Is this a curse put upon me?
Or my sin so great Remove it, thy lord my earth