Gone Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

I have lost the words,
For you have lost the cords.
Cords that evoke sweet resounding
melodies,
Out of my emotions enveloped heart;
Every night you sing into my dreams.
Aye! melodies which by the hours of
tranquillity,
Plummet the silence of my heart.
Yet like the cacophonous rhythms,
On the lips of the dying songstress,
With breath wedged between reality
and oblivion,
My heart sings a passing tune,
In bittersweet pleasure pines,
With an air of gross dysphoria.
Awele! the voice of sweetness and
loveliness
Once dispersed by two pinky virgin
lips,
Like the colour of decorative dahlia
dahlia;
Sweeping through my barren mind,
And its corridors of sadness!
Alas! time and thy ever threatening
sensual-spiritual shenanigans,
Took you for the distant race,
Only now unto final forgetfulness.