Don't ask why I lay so cold.
My blood is frozen so old.
Don't ask why I left so early.
When my time is not up in the valley.
I m maybe late to leave for others to come.
I may be missing but the order is promising home.
I wish I possess the answer to the question why.
I wish I have the doses of will power to buy.
I'm the smoke I can only be around when there is fire.
I'm the smock I can only bound in lines as an attire.
Take me now to the rivers.
Take me now to the caregivers.
Let me weep eyes out.
Let me pin ears out.
Don't ask why I lay so cold....
©® Felix Atta Amoakoh
8/10/22
©felixatta
F