On the eve to your death
I saw the iroko trees
Releasing their leaves
Sending them in angry reeds,
The sun and the moon begins a struggle
They struggle for whom to occupy the little space
Left in your sanity
It looks like the unwanted eclipse
Though it was the force of a luminous flame
Instigating his rays.
I heard an unborn baby
Crying in his mothers womb
Shedding the tears of pains
Because it knows tomorrow is a bad day.
The ocean waves lingers in pains,
Chasing the comfort in it
And bringing the air that will force you insane.
Your writing and some of the imagery is wonderful... as your words come together to dispute most common perception, Bravo! Mel xxx
It's difficult to lose someone, but it helps to write about it. Keep up the good work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice to read, Godspower. Heartfelt.