From The Sanatorium Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Forgive Hannah, death beloved daughter
Pardon- that I couldn't save her
Take solace for love had part in demise

Hannah, you must have lot heard
Know most is lie what they say
For I was gentle with her

Indeed was a beautiful soul
Pure her thighs, so luring
But manly too she was

What words didn't weave to have her
Or gift to press impress?
But too shy was to accept one

Her strange way of showing interest
As sweet saliva in mine face
-Gave bygone approval

Hannah, I loved her
She said ear mine big, displeasing
I cut it in half

And about eyes mine spoke too
How big was-
I stitched both

Or when said face disgusting
And wouldn't a more see me
How slow I got her riddle

Sought anesthesia
In heed her request
And removed eyes her tenderly

So, she wouldn't behold again
-Should have heard her scream
Perhaps, no one made her feel ever

Hannah, you heard I raped her too
But a plot to deface this good self
For, I raped not nor pat at her protest

She made her body cold for me
And put up no resistance as had her
She was beyond sweet,

And feelings act linger still
That comes when lone take
But along memories her passing

I'll tell how death met her
Her thorough gasp for breathe
And quick fresh air crave

Could think straight while
And did emergency beck
But worse she came at wait

Then, I threw her a life
Look Hannah, scars on bone
In course shatter pane

Breeze outdoors, I knew
The lie I threw from tenth floor
For was fourth floor did

Was she might grasp life
-Know how must feel
Know- I worse feel

You have other daughter
I have none to love
Seek solace in there, Hannah

As rejoice her part, this evil world
That now with angels dances
And no need to thank us for this

She is worthy a missing
But know can always go meet her
For choice death hasn't been seized from

She deserves befitting burial
So they may cut not brain hers
I made garden, a shallow grave hers

I mourn still, Hannah
They say I am mad
-Know was love that maddened soul mine

To Hannah