e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Patience of death

I am astound 
by its composure;
cool, calm and collected
it consumes treasures…

On a daily,
against it, I bet
slowly making hay
before the sunset

Hey! judge me not,
we all are gamblers
staking differently
hoping to gather!

You’ve guessed right,
in this game of card
we all want to win
and not say; “last card”

Gazing at our doors
frozen death must feel,
waiting like a dog
to tell an ordeal.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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