The Irony Of Endearment Poem by Edgar James Momoh

This is a shadowy world
A world of inverted images
And encrypted echoes of glory
Though sounding from near
Cannot be heard with your ear

It is a world of ironies, where our:
Lights shine brighter in darkness
Voices heard louder in quietness
Presence felt more in absence
Influence cherished in impotence

It is a world of twisted endearment and of
Petals of love you never smelt
Affections you never felt
Compliments you never heard
Till, it's dark, silent, quiet and absent

Why wait to weave my eulogy
With colors, I wished I saw
Flowers, I wished I touched
Music, I wished I relished
And kisses I wished savored


But Ah! I get it; it is the irony of endearment