THE SURVIVOR
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With time things will get better,
I cry, I scream, I'm peter.
They say with time the rough play will go off soon,
I smiled, I laugh, I'm cool.
I'm getting older, every seconds I count.
The forest has been cut away,
Animals can now run a way.
I'm afraid of going out,,
I'm afraid of who I will see.
I'm afraid I knew I can't escape,
I'm afraid, I don't want to die.
I'm afraid, I don't want to open my eyes,
I'm afraid of what I will see,
Afraid of what I will dream,
I'm afraid, I don't want to cry.
Sweat mingles with tears,
As it falls on my cheeks I taste the dust in the air,
In red moon and cold sun I fear.
At five am, before the clock knock at six,
Two hours after the hour was seized,
Soft bone and wild bones became enemy.
I'm afraid I can't wait,
I'm afraid death is not my fate.
Read also: A saint (poem by Olagunju Yen)
With time things will get better,
I cry, I scream, I'm peter.
They say with time the rough play will go off soon,
I smiled, I laugh, I'm cool.
I'm getting older, every seconds I count.
The forest has been cut away,
Animals can now run a way.
I'm afraid of going out,,
I'm afraid of who I will see.
I'm afraid I knew I can't escape,
I'm afraid, I don't want to die.
I'm afraid, I don't want to open my eyes,
I'm afraid of what I will see,
Afraid of what I will dream,
I'm afraid, I don't want to cry.
Sweat mingles with tears,
As it falls on my cheeks I taste the dust in the air,
In red moon and cold sun I fear.
At five am, before the clock knock at six,
Two hours after the hour was seized,
Soft bone and wild bones became enemy.
I'm afraid I can't wait,
I'm afraid death is not my fate.
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