ISHERI ROAD

She goes to bed in all her make up

She sleeps but Never wakes up

The smell of decay

There's been a murder off isheri road

There's a gathering of all the neighbours

friends, family and strangers

Silence and confusion

"she was a woman of the night" they gossiped

Men in black uniforms

Oh! It's just the police

Well, we doubt if it's going to get solved

The murder off isheri road

There's a glass of poison beside her bed

A bullet hole right through her head

A letter by the window

Is it murder? Is it suicide?

They'll bury her,

They'll say she was nice, she was kind

They'll say the world would miss her

Some would even cry, they'll show it on the news

Maybe if they said all these things while she was alive 

There would have been no suicide off isheri road

Author's Note

Be kind with words. Show love to everyone: they might not be here tomorrow! How and what we say to people can make or break them. People write themselves off when discouragement is all that surrounds them: mental suicide

Reviews

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Love the message ,Tomi. We must show compassion, even if it is difficult at times.

[Tomi]

thank you

[Leslie Philibert]

What I like is the way you write in a honest, direct way, good work.

[Tomi]

Thank you

[Ayanda Mteto]

A powerful piece, brada. this can transform into a brillient crime novel with more thoughts.

[Tomi]

thank you :)