…Hope of Death

…Hope of Death

I, who once chased, have soon become the chased

In the comfort of freedom, I felt critically confined

How far could I go when the closest seemed farthest

The police was virtually policed

How life had proven itself unbearable

All l could take solace in was the hope of death

But I feared its claws as I recalled

That once gone – forever gone

The warrior was soon worried

Hope seemed vague

Rescue sounded absurd

It all sounded insane

What went wrong?

I tried to find out

To think that I would call for death

“Life must have been so unfair”


Photo Credit- Melanie Wasser

Mercy Obot

Mercy Obot is a journalist, entrepreneur and an inspirational writer who takes delight in emboldening people through real life stories. She also loves reading, listening to cool music and making friends globally.

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