Six feet above

The man died
His ever breathless soul put to rest
His woes anguish striving existence
The crowd came to say him sorry
.
Who is he?
A pitiable embodiment of aspiration
Thirst unending for fulfillment
A Thought that rolled mountains
But shifted not mere stones
.
Who is to blame?
His gluttonic desire?
Or his unending attractions?
The over zealous mind never left him
Like a snail that leaves not its' shell
As he chased the treasures hidden in the shadows
.
Where then lies his hope?
The cruelty of the ropes tied his fate
He was hunted by the shadows
Bade farewell to the grave where he
Would find comfort
I gaze down from six feet above him and screamed
What a pathetic man !

Balogun David Tolulope {drunk poet}
© 2016