Passing Times Poem by Akinyi Awora

I too have walked down the aisle
Of self blame, dancing with the sons of
Lamentation; and even lain on the bed
of traumatic roses.

I too have had picnics amist blossoms
Of grief, that shadowed away the light of
Joy; and even survived the lethally sweet fumes
Of extreme pain-

I too have ran short of scents
of living bliss'managing to cross the quagmire
Unscathed; and now I too in haven, have joined,
In the narration of passing times.