May The 5th Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

May the 5th
a mark on the calender
reminding me of your birth,
when your period of birth and death
came to existence,
before thoughts of inscripted
printed onyx walls could
be born in mind as
the mark that depicts that you once travelled
this tiny vicious path of life,

before your presence
could be thought
as possible to extinct
or you to fall to
eternal sleep and exit
the sight of our eyes,
we with painted papers
photographs
to remind us of the gift we werent given the chance to unwrap
to mesmerize our eyes,
complete our constitute hearts,
erecting peculiar emotions within us that we never knew-happiness

May the 5th
a day with stains
evoking restless pains that the thief
has left as prove of burlgary within our hearts,
disowning us our most dear at hearts-
a mother who would
infold her children into her bosom,
unblindening their eyes
as the mist of life dawns with each day,
ploughing hope into their minds,
ripping off visions and thoughts of despair,
derailing them from a caution that life isnt fair,
liberate them to live without agitation nor fear

May the 5th
the day that never went with you to heaven
remaining as a scythe to our bosoms
cutting deeper within us
excavating wounds
screaming to our heads
reminding us; you are orphans!
with tears trickling down our faces,
as constantly, incessantly we are reminded that
in life we are charity cases

we have birthened hate towards this day
as it stirs up wrath in our hearts
as we woundedly live with it,
with the knowledge that it should've been a celebration of your life and not a moaning one for your death

May the 5th on its arrival
we carry our hearts
upon our sleeves,
cause we cant lurk them anymore,
wishing we knew you more, felt the smouldering maternal warmth of your breasts

May the 5th
a love letter
from you, through life, to us with words that does none but cuts us like a knife
disposing sadness within us
the day that reminds us that we may have known you,
you should've held us like shackle of chains
and averted us from opting fro this life that brings us no harmony
as the best to salvage us from the misery that death has came about with,
but mishapplessly you were removed on this world like dirt stain.