Pinchy, spiky surroundings
Pummeling hefty hefty
Mercilessly unyielding
Formless hurt and squirms
Besiege the helpless soul

Vocal chord unyielding
White veins awhile could stand
Agony, agony
Like rain clothed cloud
Gathers in the chest
What else is left?

Sprouting grey matter
Fuming in intense vapour
Angrily jabbing
At an innocent soul
In parallel paths
Inflicting untold pain
Don’t hold much longer
Tears, tears
Let them flow for relief.

By Emmanuel K. Dogbevi
Email: edogbevi@hotmail.com