Sorrow Poem by Uche Osahor

I lay in state of sorrow
Away from the future
Close to my past's adventure
How dumb and premature

My heart wonders around tomorrow
Entwined in life’s endless earthly race
Yet my thoughts struggle in the present for little Space
I wonder which shall determine my future’s pace

I sob like a Baby crow
Even Though my smile surpasses the span of a warriors throw
See how I base my life so low
When shall my faith find new glow
Only heaven would ever know