Didactic Poems

You death dealer

Taker of men

modern Grim Reaper

your smoke rids me of my pain

And  again I've lost the battle to your ‘poised’ silhouette

Many have lost the

     FOOL ME ONCE

I was obsessed, with friendship

I laid the foundation of my life, around it

Joy was continually aboard with me, even in township

I was

What was it that I heard ?

So faintly audible

A whisper as a sigh

A groan or uttered word?

Then spoke the voice more clearly

So then I realized.

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