I Am Not Dead Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

In this flavoured sunny sentences
I tell you with sweetened mouth;
I am not dead but alive and lively.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am here with you in a honoured spirit,
My legacy still stand tall and brave;
My words remain alive in the pretty air.
Written placard in the cleavages of the sky,
Sand dust of the past wailing perfectly,
My ghost can not be googled anywhere.
When looking at tomorrow with a closed eyes,
How easy it is to lie to a strange stranger,
About the death of who still lives;
To create with strangers the versions of a life
You've imagined dead why he lives among the living.
Pick up those flowered flowers littered here and there,
Gather those tears shaded and return to their owners,
The casket should be given to the termites for food.
Do not stand at the door of my grave and weep,
I am not dead but alive in words and deeds.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016