Natasha Mukonde Mungo (Acrostic) Poem by Isunge Mwangase

News of your death to me still a shock,
And sounds like a sick joke,
To die at the acme of your life,
After battling it with so much strife
Sorrow cannot describe how I feel,
How you've left wounds that can't heal-
And I didn't get to say farewell
Maybe now you are well,
Unknown to pain where you lie,
Known to dirges I listen to as I cry
Oh, dear friend you left too young,
Now more than before I hate his sting-
Death, claimer of all lives,
Earth's realm, no one survives.
Missing you does me more bad than good,
Unfortunately, I would't stop even if I would,
Nearer you are in my memory,
Gone but never to me history,
On not attending your burial, I am sorry.

© Sunday, October 30,2011