Poverty by Eby

Eby | April 4th, 2016 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments


This evening comes and torments us with a cold night
The insects and creatures have become our playmates
We have no where to go to now
We are living corpses with no light
We have not a coin with us but a throb of pain
Which grows and sprouts in us like a flower
We all believe all this will one day give us the leave and die
It is a test given to us to test our faith
We look towards the shore of possibilities and we see nothing but a bright light and we work towards it by the hour

Poet Bio

My name is Anakwue Francis. I was born on May 30th 1999. I am 16 years old and I live in Anambra state Nigeria.

Click to rate this post!
[Total: 0 Average: 0]
(Visited 35 times, 1 visits today)