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May 2020
I saw death walking towards our bus, smiling shrilly at me, making me shiver in fear,
I heard the cold sound of death,
I saw the downpour,the harsh downpour of rain,

I witnessed the shrill cry of dogs,
I guess I couldn't fathom what went wrong with nature,
I saw them, busy walking and working,
I saw them trying hard not to cry,

I saw him struggling to live for his baby,
I saw him looked at me with pain in his eyes,
I knew at that moment that life will not give to me what I truly desire at that moment, all i wanted was to go play with him,
I learnt at that very age and became broken,
I saw death and became dead at heart,

I saw death snap his very life,
Snatching him up,
Taking him away,
I felt him cold ,
His hands cold beside me, leading me to a slow death,
I saw the cold hands of death take my love away,
The cold hands of death broke me .
Cold hands of death
Glory Abel
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Glory Abel  23/F/Nigeria
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