THE WORST JOURNEY

By SirLalian Mwittah Nyalali

Unable to continue living

For all man causing death

Man engage in mortal combat

Fighting till one of them die.

Extreme anxiety was in my heart

No strength to sustain the journey

I lived in mortal of further attack

Fighting till one of them die.

The second expert is less worthy than my first attempt

Ordinary man and powerful man have gone

No point to retard

Throughout the inventory no means of holding it back

Fighting till one of them die.

I heard the soft call be present at

Next wedding legalizing the incidence

A doubtful agreed beset my heart

 My thought was first to knock the journey

Proving my well being

Fighting till one of them die.

The expert made me aware of my mortality

I mortally wounded

Apparently this is punishment forever

Crying made no affection

The worthlessness marked the end

Fake number was my last breath

Fighting till one of them die

I slept with contract shadow

One month ago

Non prescription was in my thought

Inquired where carried it

Fighting till one of them die

Have never any conduct

Over sunflower affection

Maybe fished it

Syringe sprouted me

Sprouted one sister ago

In my college hostel to study

Fighting till one of them die.

Worthless awake muddle up thoughts

Intelligence mingled understanding

Knowing man will dig the gravel

Envy engulfed my thought

Wishing freeman matriculate the disaster

Fighting till one of them die.

I blasphemed almighty

Saying why me?

Not bibulous, prostitute, and reprobates?

Gives me hoping him

Fighting until one of them die.