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Please God don't take me yet

I am still Young.
Yes I am too young to die.
I have dreams to fulfill.
I hope to be a father of kids one day.
Please God help me to get rid of this
Disease.

You are my last resort no one else
Other than you, I have tried numerous

Doctors but no one can ever cure me.
My mother does not have money to
Take me to private hospitals and
Expensive doctors.

Here I am helpless, but I will never
Attempt suicide no matter what.
It is this disease that make me
Lonely for all my life.
It is this disease that make me

So angry all the time.

It is this disease that holds my life.
It is this disease that makes me
Feel so inferior.
It is this disease that makes me
To lose hope and patiency.

It is this disease that makes me lose
Confidence.
I always isolate my self because I don't
Even know whether this disease is
Contagious or not.

This disease is in my mouth maybe I
Will know it one day.
Please God only one favour if you
Can cure me this disease it will

Be better than drinking water.

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