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Sonnet: Until our burial

The daylight comes with its stresses
Every challenges wears different dresses
But the shadow view of the lonely nights
Cast an ugly beauty with a fright.
Fetching visible ghost in the solid air
Naked or clothed, pulling strands of hair;
While the maggots, drills, sacred areas.

Outlaws, we are same under the blue,
Let’s struggle till, our season is through,
Life is a crime, death is a jailer’s shark
Devouring and unpacking bags of rags.
As our enamoring bodies turn open fire
Burning us all, till dry bones are similar;
We are only strong or weak, till our burial.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


2 Comments

  1. Truly wonderful words. ‘Life is a crime, death is a jailers shark,’ where on earth did that come from? 🙏😀

    Liked by 1 person

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