A mountain of pain, was laid
Mercilessly, on top of my heart,
And a bullet of grief, was fired
Brutally, at my week soul.
I cried out my eyes,
In a grave room of poisonous sorrow.
My life dwelled, in a compound of hell,
Swimming in cascade of lamentation.
This pain grew taller than, millions of
Skyscrapers, and deeper than
Billions of holes, in combination.
Hah! Life is hell.
How can I survive in this untimely pain?
Mr Death, please, where are you?
This pain has become unbearable,
I can't keep it anymore.
Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan
Mystery PEN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem