When we laugh
When we cry
When we smile
When we’re sad
When we’re excited
When we mourn
When we sorrow ,
The world becomes silent
When we die
Our spirit goes to unknown land
Termites host conference on us
Maggots conventionally gathers
And we become dust and nothing, but dust.
Death is the last phase that peel off our skin from the eyes of the sun and leave us lost in thin air- nonexistence.
Life is the only sorrow we have
It gives us no option but choices
It tears our memories and beings
We have different track to walk on
But the symbols of who are still stay when we leave the surface of this painful poetry called life…
©John Chizoba Vincent.