by Habib Kayode A’yekeen
With tears I write,
Having spent everyday living predominantly with fright.
Tears fill my eyes as I battle
with my life, like a burning kettle.
My heart beats speedily; as pneumonia falls in rapidly.
My heart is bound; my ear cannot use a sound.
Inflammation and paleness,
Few numerous aftermaths of them being heedless.
When will all these cease to hover,
Can’t wait for the earth to give me a cover.
I’ll never get the bloom of future years,
Surely gonna be filled with doubt and sorrow, pain and fears.
I see nothing as I look into the future,
so empty and blank they got it punctured.
Mum, dad you really didn’t have a fault, For it was love that mattered first.
I am a victim of ill-fate,
Where happiness never last but fears and tears stay late.
Tears fill within me, as I see my arms weightless,
and my mind lays still; clueless.
My weakness might not let me climb mountains, Yet, my strength is far beyond the mountains.
My life has never been coordinated but in disarray,
Death let me move in with the leaving train.
…for every sickle cell anemia patient
Habib Kayode A’yekeen is an undergraduate at the University of Ibadan and he tweets from @hb_thatitan #AnyBodyCanWrite
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