Dying With The Knife Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

I'm dying, what happiness is derive
From pain? As a killer forgot his knife
Deep within, the left side of my bare chest.
My lids are weak, aching to die and rest;
The blade cuts through my lungs, breathing I strive.


''Pain is pain'' I'll never doubt with my life,
Low road to death, my blood begins the drive
Dripping and dropping, down my body crest.
I'm dying.


Fingers unequal, yet one hand takes five.
Vengeance be equal, the grave won't deprive;
Or should I rest in peace? in heaven's nest;
Killer I'll forgive, his death won't be next.
Backstabb'd and betray'd, death will soon arrive.
I'm dying.