Grief rushed in like a lion,
joy crawled out like a snail.
Crushed down by the inviccible presence of sorrow,
clinch of a burdened heart,
visit of sunset of glooms.
Like the tears, cries stood many miles away.
I wish upon the distance of cries;
to feel overwhelming smiles,
at least for some whiles.
But the brave one zoomed in,
his parting left a flesh wound;
that no gone memory of joy can heal.
A life going with not much ado;
couldn't now stay some more days,
to experience the breaths of pain.
Cos' on him laid the cold hand.
A stretch of hand is not far from where you're;
But my echo seems beyond the star;
for you to hear.
I would say;
"man must be heartless at dead"
even the endless tears,
of the women you are married to,
can't wake you in this gentle sleep.
Oh death,
how proudly thee now?
Wicked and dreadly, thou may boast thou are.
"Thou silliest most".
A closed gate; thou should'est know,
comes the reward of an opened one.
A saddened face today,
brings the hopes of cheerful heart tomorrow.
A dimension changed,
isn't the journey's end.
So why should thou be proud?
When in the stretch of infinity,
thou stood the chance to loose.
#Dedicated: To the memory of my dad, Mr. NJOKU AKPUTA who passed on yesterday 19/01/2014.
May his soul rest in peace.
