So many questions
Left unanswered
Chews away at my life source
Like lung cancer.
Vultures of the times
Scavenging on the carcass of
an institution,
A promise deceased in its
prime
Deceived by the stillness of
confusion.
Too many answers
All boycotting the question
Like lethal potion
Sipped into a word of
consolation;
The promise of rain
On a field drowned by flood.
An introduction of pain
In the spilling of a bit of
blood.
Akpan
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