In The Widows Diary Poem by Adeosun Olamide

In The Widows Diary



We both know if you die-
I can't bury you
And we both know too-
I know no one who will
So will leave you there a long,
In that old room of yours
And will bring the curtains falling-
Just, just as you have always loved
So no wind should caress you
So no sun shall kiss you
So no me should distract you
And I again shall heed-
While you rot my darling
-In a blanket that was mine- only ones
While in my heed I be out here
Here with the many -deodorant
The many your odor can't drown
And I will cook just for myself-
The foods I never cooked you
And I will smile here by myself
Smiles I never art you
And while I hear me sing
You would- the stride of my foot while I dance
The dance you never saw me do
And you would perceive, you would feel
You would hear and you would struggle
Aye a struggle to come, to hold, to taste
But death ever shall hold you captive
And when it fails and releases you-
The bolt, the odor and the darkness-
Will take you back
To there, where the thirst, the hunger for me
-Shall never be sated
And this my dear shall be your hell

Wednesday, March 9, 2016
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