Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
I crawled, I fought and clawed my way,
All I got was dirt in my nails.
Mistaken for the dead is not at all pleasant,
Just like a termite-eaten coffin for a peasant.
The putrid air caused by neighboring stench,
Never will I relent till I quench.
The vain search for clean air
Eludes me in my new lair.
Angela Okoduwa
Written by
Angela Okoduwa  Lagos
(Lagos)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems