On The Eve Of My Grandmothers Death Poem by Godspower Oshodin

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.