DEATH
You left me behind
but you cannot take the road with you,
You did not wait for me
but you cannot stop me
from coming over there to you,
for our life
is rounded off with a sleep.
O death,
a transit vehicle,
i fear thee not
i only fear the grief
i will cause many
by my exit.
Thy sting is never final,
it does not put the nail on the coffin,
for the loss here
is a gain beyond.
The fear is;
Man is scared of the uncertainty
of his new abode.
Okibe, Samson Onmeje
