Her Life Bitten The Dust Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

her life bitten the dust,
if you ask me how i would say;

a pestiferious noxious poison penetrated her skin deep,
masticating her by bit by bit,
like an injection of acid eating her up inside,
inside she was a dumping site,
as she exhales and breathes,
a stench of a living corpse found an entry point
past my nostrils,
like a rotten rat perished within her,

she died selfless, frail and feeble,
like antartica melting
at the summer's very death,
i watched her slowly die in pain,
in despair,
drifting to eternal sleep,
whispering my name inaudibly,
as the excruciating inflictions strangled her,
with a reflection responding to my mind:
''turn your back & let me be''

tears trickling down her brows,
as she envisioned the viciousness,
that her days on earth came to cease,
her lips were as dry as raisins busking in the sun,
i couldnt even administer myself to osculate her a kiss goodbye,
conciously she was discern of that & struggled to say;
'don't be scared my son'

her face- where her eyes resided were holes,
where cheeks used to be were bones erectionally standing like boulders,
her shoulders; pointed out like excavated stones
at the wave of the wind

she sipped this lethal, cruel & marred source of her vapidness,
through a disease scientifically regarded as pneumonia,
leaving me an infinite curse of my thought's insomnia,
lest dreams i dream reminiscing me with images of how she exited earth in a way inexplicable,
leaving behind a ravish daughter and a son,
incessantly asking me 'brother, where's mom and would she ever come back'

struck by a spear of their inquisitive question through my bosom
I said to them- her life bitten the dust

as she succumbed her life to death,
doctors spoke in an incomprehendable languange:
'sorry, she couldnt make it,
her system coldnt fight it anymore'
to compensate me for my loss,
they issued out a piece of tissue,
as tears rained in a haze like storm in my eyes,

broken hearted,
i began to wail and question God's authority,
why us,
why are we disrobed the only parent we had?