You are gripped by a fear,
the voice of life is all you
hear;
trade yo’ birthday for one more
year.
The fear of losing out makes you
tire,
holding your beloved in
burdensome desire;
the sight, of a burning light, or
a fire.
You are ready to be the devil’s
bride,
this is as a result of your
natural pride;
anything you’d do, to save your
hide.
Your many years are judged in a
minute,
the empty feeling of being given
a tribute;
‘I am dead,’ is all your
brain can constitute.
~~
Kelvin
Enumah,
popularly called Panel among his peers, graduated as an
electromechanical technician from the Institute for Industrial
Technology in Lagos. He is a technical instructor by profession. He
likes writing generally, but prefers and finds it easier to write
poems, which he has been doing for a few years now. For him, it is a
hobby and writing gives more meaning to his life.
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Also in this Issue
Short Stories
Poems