Gone Poem by Blessing Kalamatila

A battle with the mind as I always fight with the fact that you are gone,
See, I've lost count of the hours since you left us behind
Dad! this hurts more than a fractured bone.

This pain continues to be a part of me,
this pain is an emotional scar on me,
this pain evokes a thirst only a question to Eve will quench;
was that fruit too cute?
that the decision to unlock the sting of death was made in one split of a sec?
I mean your Lust to taste that which was forbidden continues to disfigure your descendants to present day with the most crucial pain.

This pain hurts the most
Cuz I can't endure you being apart from me.
Like why did you have to depart from me?

Father!
This pain is something I don't understand,
I mean an isle I stand;
surrounded by ice waters,
missing those sunny days of your loving, chatting, uplifting thoughts and the late night talks before going to Bed.

So Adam, was your leadership massively passive?
that a bite was all it took to forget the Lord's whisper?
See! My heart is blistered and all I find myself doing is wishing and feeling abandoned while sitting upright in an empty space with no hope of ever feeling the warmth of my father's embrace.

Pardon these thoughts for I just miss my Mentor,
Pops! a new realm you now dwell in and with no access for me to enter,
you left me right at the centre of this maze;
trapped in its dark tunnels,
straining my eye pupils trying to retrace your footsteps in hopes to find you but all in vain.

You see I hold no clue on how to move on from your divergence and I still don't know why fate chose you to go first before seeing your other daughter fit Her wedding dress.

Yes!
I am starting to think whoever said 'time heals' wasn't thinking straight
I said a battle with the mind as I always fight with the fact that you are Gone
and I kind of lost track of the hours because it's been about a Month ago and yet am at my worst.

This pain feels like a curse
day by day I burst into tears
when I remember the last time we conversed,
it's hard to adjust because living life after your Death ain't something we rehearsed,
moving on remains a challenge so I'd rather live my life in reverse;
Cuz never, not once did I ever imagine your body in a hearse.
This hurts but what could be worse than seeing the man you always looked up to go 6 feet down in the dirt?

So, excuse my honesty
you see my memory got a little selective
but today I stand before you in hopes to let go of this pain
so allow the switch in perspective.

If Jesus conquered the grave then it only makes sense to celebrate the Life of a saint,
Ecclesiastes meant all that comes with us will perish and so with all our beautiful memories, I will choose to Cherish.

Though you may be Gone,
like the children of Israel cried for Moses;
I will bear in mind a Joshua has to be born.

Death has taken its toll
so even though I may cry till my last breath,
the voice of King David in mourning echoes my soul.

When Christ proclaimed it is finished, nothing remained the same.
So my tears remain a dried cause,
Cuz like your namesake Paul;
we are reminded that to Live is Christ and To Die is Gain.