I Am Just Ill, I Will Not Die Poem by RAPHAEL KARIBO

After the stroll from that dusky lawn....i noticed that i just experienced dawn....

I found my nicely built frame drab....wasn't worried cause i knew it is ephemeral....

Am jes sick i'll not die.

My both eyes fought in fury of which to plod in first....those grasses engulfed them coax them to rest....

They were dopey, rovering if they will still see the rising golden ball of the night....am not gonna die, am convinced nature jes wanna fright....

It's illusory, am jes ill!