I Think Its Over Poem by Onyi Ogwumike

A sigh of relief overtakes my soul.
My empty heart, raw and tired can finally close its blood-shot eyes in a temporary slumber.
Only to awaken once more to see another Paris knocking on Helen’s door.
It was a perilous journey but I can finally see your blood stained white flag flap on the horizon.
The sky blue with soot hanging in the air,
The sea crimson with tears flavoring its offspring.
You left me as a shell, without a trace of natural human emotion. Cold hard metal, rusting in the dew filled, humid wind.
Hardened by acceptance of one inexplicable truth.
You took my joy, life, and my love.
But I stopped you before you could take the one thing that mattered most,
My integrity.
Now I stand tall, hardened and silent.
A pillar of stone among the ruins.
Hope lies dead at my feet,
I am greatly honored to have fought accompanied by such a humble man.
And as I bury him,
I will do him one last favor.
I won’t let sorrow slip into his casket.