Bewailing Soul. Poem by Adeyefa Tolulope Michael

When death still tarries to toll its bell
In summoning me with no chance for a farewell
Alas! My body turn its own death
And forced me out of itself to dwell

Ugh! Here I stand before the body
Dangling like a broken bough in its own folly
Mourners all around mourning a lost glory
And I, regretting my failed story

Just tomorrow, I'll plunge into my fortune
For 'tis the nod I took at the gate of heaven
Despite lots of consolation and cautions
To the voice of hell my heart harkened

Rejection becomes the cause of depression
Even when everyone can't be part of my success story
Failure makes suicide a last resort
Oh! What ease does it brings to seize one's life?

Just only a few is placed on earth for me
Until I meet them, others have to reject me
The hurdles on track of success are inevitable
My hope only ends now that I'm dismembered from my body

Now, I'll wander the face of earth and water
Until the covenant day I deal with the creator
How I wish my plaintive voice could be heard by the depressed
That the regret after suicide cannot be redressed.