Another reminder of a life once lived
Landmarks, a bond for some to share
Painful precursor three days up, seized
And death though aware
...
I remember the feeling the last time I saw you
How much it was, such temptation there was
Like a jinnie, pick you up
From your bottle every morn', wake you up
...
The number, it's a slow jam
Floor already dotted with pairs in motion
Identical bodies rhythmically rocking in comfort zones
Bodies, vessels driven by various passions, emotions
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I am a legal practitioner currently practicing in Ile-Ife, south western Nigeria. Between other engagements and when I am inspired, I enjoy putting down my thoughts. I am inspired by my society, events around me and few other things that may not necessarily be animate. My poems span several years. I am single.)
April's Dirge
Another reminder of a life once lived
Landmarks, a bond for some to share
Painful precursor three days up, seized
And death though aware
Nevertheless stood aghast
From the mouths of two in garments shining
Why seek ye among the dead the living?
He is risen, he is risen, he is risen
There, my hope for the hereafter
So on earth alive, I carry my hurts, my pains
But in a while they shall all abstain
And death shall stand aghast
For just bones, in my grave remain
Yonder, my spirit free at last
I rose, I rose, I rose