Weary eyes,
Belly taunting plights,
Feeble skin,
Clothing my impoverished being.
Where are the dogs?
So i shall feed off their crumbs.
My life glitters in disarray,
As my soul mourns and dances to the charade.
A Warrior turned carcass,
My world in shambles; a broken glass.
Dying with weary eyes,
Amidst my belly taunting plights.
Now the sky is very black,
All friends not on my track.
chances of wealth leaves no clue,
Life seems howling after you!
My courage falls and hope decays,
Poverty sets all dreamland ablaze.
All life's ambition fall and dies,
Then with tears, I ask the skies.
Oh! Look I'm weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red that burn.
A man is seated, in manly rags,
Send down money in heavy bags.
@Benedict Nsi and EMEADI BOBBYBRYAN UZOMA
Very nice poem with strong message and unique writing style.
