CHINWENDU IBEH (13TH DECEMEBER 1984 / LAGOS STATE NIGERIA)

Memories never die.
Always alive.
Ready to strike us hard to things forgotten
And things never gotten.
Memory of our past and of our future,
That comes and torture,
Leaving us with endless wounds to nurture.
That seems not to go
Only to make us know
How painful to us that lost.
Especially what matters the most.
That would have being good
But now turn odd.

It is a remembrance of the past
That keeps us in fear of the cast.
After our bad condition,
That now leads to our depression.
I can’t stop to remember,
Our hurdle we could not cross over.
Our lost battle,
Our past trouble,
And our scuffle.
We couldn’t win.
I can’t help but cry
When I remember a memory
Memory of our lost soldiers,
Memory of the plane crashes
Memory of 9/11,
Memory our lost children,
Who are gone to the world beyond?
Killed by the evil mind.
Memory of bomb blast in Nigeria.
Memory of historic shooting in Virginia.
That saw to a number of killings.
Memory of bloody massacre of innocent civilians.

I’m a victim of this memory
That kills me slowly.
Hurts like a burning fire.
Surrounds me like a bunch of wire.
Leave me worried and weird.
Very hilarious and mysterious.
With the curiosity on why we can’t be conscious
On what that will not give us memory.