Confessions Of Death Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

My mystery I seek to put on you
Yet with no knowledge of what to do
A lie you never must swallow.
For my actions are clear yet shallow  

I was young and innocent
Full of life with no sense
Filled with nothing but fun before me
A life defined by many jamborees

One at a time was I told to live
With no clue of what life had in deed  
Like a ray of light did it flash before me
As I could barely take any gleam

Little and young I thought
But the puzzle of death was I sort
Nice I had thought you all are
Naïve and immature I thought we all had

Wrong was I
As the other side was I to climb so high
Not just to see, but behold and keep so cold
A gift to behold not good but alone

Death came a knock
Knock, knock at my tiny door
A choice I thought I had to choose
But clear to me was the force before me in nude

My choice I see death take from me
With cruelty yet no permit
A fate I must accept
On the road of death was I to journey

Clear enough was it to me
Unto this road was I live
Yet not my will
An inheritance I must conceal

My misguided orientation of fun
with many acquitances of all sort
Yet foes were they to me
A vision I failed myself to believe

The table I confess must turn around
For this road was I to bring all abound  
Mistake they say brought me here
Yet same will I repeat with them near

For this road I consider big enough
Big enough for us all
Revenge they say is cold
Yet must be served even in the cold

Revenge I vow to give
A gift bound by words with no deceit
Living none but all victims
To dine with me at death's table

Forgive their fathers preached
A song of deceit I considered such theme
A road not an option for me to thread
My choice have I taken
My mind had I closed
Revenge they say is evil
But evil I say is bitter yet sweet.

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