The Day He Died Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

Was it the saddest day of the year?
Mourners were employed to sing
Indeed death has never been fun

That was the day I was lost in thought
As I've had among all sinister
But never as worst as much
So many ghost littered in the sky
Many in search of the one that passed away

Stripped fazed and shattered
Gushing out sweat profusely
The face of death I wish to behold
To caress my hand gentilly
Mortality with my breath I could let loose

This feelings nothing has erased
The joy in my heart it expelled
Nothing is more harmful
Than reciting a sorrow like hymn

The mouthpiece of Anangs
Hunted by men and not death
The world is indeed worthless

From this grave I stand
For days in mournful hymn
I've fought several ghost the darkest night
Many that kill for fun
And those that make life short
Where do they go when it's sunny?