Exit Hole Poem by Tony Adah

When I look into the exit hole
And see that those who have gone
Will no longer be seen;
I am drenched in the pool
Of my emotions
And water and salt drip from
My sullen eyes.
My fear is not that I will die
But where shall I go
To see my beloved daughter
Who just left like on an errand to the market?
And I will see her no more.
If this is how we leave
Away from this boastful and gathering life
It is safer to share love
Than seek power or wealth
Which in the end will be too huge
To take through the exit hole.