Two Things Poem by Tony Adah

I am in the wilderness of some sorts
Strange things happen
And there's a raging storm
Against but a frail man like me
I am entangled either way
No going back or forth.
You won't understand the pain
Of a wit low on a finger
Until pain comes ticking like a clock
On your nerves;
You won't understand hunger
Until its fangs presses your
Tummy against your spine
Death is a far away thing
Until you lose a loved one
Or its factor closes in on you
And there's no hiding place
But there are two things
Not in dearth to share
Either life or death.