They died before they die
Like coward plenty of times
Theirs is not sudden
They put up the signs
But we never did read
Nor reach out to any of them
We didn’t care
Or thought they weren’t serious
They cry out for help
Somehow, we didn’t hear
One romance the blade
And slit the arm
Red pigment coloured the arena
Another strap a rope to the neck
Like charger to a phone
Kicked off the chair, suffocate,
Worries fade, ending the pain
We criticize their live
When they were alive
Now they couldn’t keep their breath
We despise how be their death
©® Nyore Note.
17/August/2022
#NyoreNote
[please, reach out to everyone speaking with dark word. don't take their ‘i’m fine’ for honesty. i’ve been down that alley many times]
Oletu Oghenenyore
Oletu Oghenenyore C. (pen-name: Nyore Note) is a content creator, storyteller, aluminium fabricator, rebel-poet and activist whose content resonates with the everyday happening around him. He’s from Delta State but based in the Creek area of Southern Nigeria. His works have appeared in many anthologies and online journals like ArtingArena, Poemify, The Yellow House Library, Williwash, etc. He can be reached via Facebook, Twitter and Instagram @NyoreNote @Oletu Oghenenyore.
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