Down The Cemetery Road Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

No other road leads to the place
Except this long deserted cemetery road
I look down the vast deserted road
Trees of different species and sizes
Dance to the tune of the roving wind.
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD LAY SIEGE
My mind echoes.

Fear grips me
My soldiering heart melts
And my legs become heavier than normal
I stand for awhile
The thought of going back whence I came rented my mind.
The wind blows stronger and stronger
As if to tell me to follow my mind
And somewhere in the woods
I hear the frightening cry of birds
I WON'T TURN BACK BECAUSE OF FEAR
AFTER ALL THESE AMPHIBIOUS JOURNEYS
I muttered.

I lift my heavy legs
And down the road I head
The wind blows stronger and stronger that my clothes bellow
THEY ARE HERE!
I heard within.
WILL THEY HARM ME?
I question myself
The inevitability of death comes to my mind
ALL THAT LIVE MUST DIE AFTERWARDS
I said.

ONLY THE GOOD WORKS LIVE ON
An unidentified voice utters.
I look round and find no one
I quicken my pace down the cemetery road.

At the end of the road
I remembered the statement I heard was my late granny's favourite
THE DEAD HAS SPOKEN TO ME
I concluded
I made up my mind to do good as I go on my mission