Rip Poem by Adeosun Olamide

That hand bring Wreathe to you- wish
Save pain as take breath
Not breathe air but respire wind
Nor fragrances but breathe stench

Wish hand wave death ov'r you
Other niggle felt as wade thro memories
Fast ensue, quick, in light sudden
Warmth left to wintriness

Wish hand pull from lethal world
Bar state forgetfulness mine, my Lethe!
Can I not the shadow gleam, a hawker in shade?
Back soreness gore untouched

Wish hand to hold
-Your voice like wind that pierce without screeching,
Perhaps till heavenly joy and radiance consume soul
Yet shall not till weary path to eternity beck

Seem beam won't last a long,
Calls fear leaves but in doubt,
Where evil whispers call
Of parting day that fairs thro

Far undesirable to meet soon
Yet not mare be to see in light
-While covered eyes mourn
As tend little we made

In warmth will for demise part vileness
That tomb rises in pleasantness,
For prevail tempt enticing soul to vanities
And acquaint dark that brings stars to sparkle