In My Home Poem by Dam Michael

In my home
I hear the awful news
Shooting out of aggrieved lips
Like a dozen of stray bullets
piercing into our feeble hearts

Clans sob with heavy breath
Chanting canticles- manacles of death shackles him
In the throes amidst of unbearable agony
Myriads of pains serenade the air
Blowing every mournful head

My feeble heart splinters into little fragments
Like the crumbs of broken clay pot
Tears wander through the aisle of my cheeks
When eyes witness you in cluttered garment
In an icy form of numb frozen body

My home
That was once a mansion of smiles
Is now filled with baskets of sorrow
As you vanish like rose that vacates the bouquet
To reside in a lonely vast of small mug

Nigeria