Conversation With My God Poem by Comrade Senemede Abel Opeyemi

Oh! my dear God
I only got so drunk because of my infantile,
So I glanced bitterly at the sanctuary holy altar
To perform some worship
Before the trees wave their branches of melody,
To praise before stone dose
And to prepare to dance like every winner of dance India dance

But God
I tripped and fell with a broken heart
While I'm quite intoxicated and sober
Yet knowing the words to blurt out
But hear me when I cry to thee
Not only when you'd pity feel on me
'Cause I'm too tiny to bear the weight of my sin

Dear God
Let me cheer with you until I'm out of wine
Reflecting on those years of agony and illness
While we habitually hold vigils during my moments of anguish
As each night passes by with tears and laughter'


But how can I forget?
How I wheeze and cough
While watching the burning candles and the shooting stars
How I gazed at the brown-yellowish cricket hustling for survival
While I was gasping for breath and seeking solace
Well, I'm still breathing, feeling the grace bubbling within me.