Paid For Death Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

Mystery consumes my fairy soul
With my hopes dashed within in tiny holes

Life is stolen from me so cold
With the meat I dread all sold

Sold to me in nude
With recklessness of my thickest moods

Vague becomes life to me
As the end I steer with glum to see

Gradual was the pronouncement before me
'Life in gist'

Many questions I asked to answer
Yet many I'll never live to answer

One thing I was to accept
A truth I alone could interpret

Death was before me sold so cold
Sold to me in tiny but mighty holes