The Way I Like To Go Poem by Gerald Obinna

The Way I Like To Go



If I must die
Let me go when the grasses are all dried
When the sun revile the evil & shine not
In a tatched dream,
With honey in my mouth
And a tongue dried of sputum
If anyone dares cry
With revenge I will spite him/her
So let me go when the grasses are dried
When the sun seizes to shine
If not let immortality be my crown

Friday, July 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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