The Bleeding Sun Poem by Uche Nwanze

We woke up to the weeping of the trees.
Mother Nature, can no longer hold back her tears.
The ageless Sun has refused to smile on her children.
Where have we gone wrong?
And the moon plucked out from the sky. Darkness envelopes our land.
Like a daisy you blossomed, the vanity of man made you wither before our eyes. Cut off from us, your puerile innocence stolen the frigid hands of Death.
Like a comet, you have gone before us no longer to walk the abode of mortals. You left without saying goodbye.
Your sweet voice still resounds from the realm of angels.
From the ambo no more will you proclaim.
Never again shall our ears hear you acclaim.
I hear your voice from the Land of the Sun saying, weep no more for me.
Don't cry for me, I am no longer bound in chains.
Weep not for me, pray for me.
Dry your tears, though scavengers have eaten my mortal frail body, my soul they devour not.
Your boisterous laughter, we will miss.
Your smile like sunshine we will never forget.
Your sonorous voice still rings in our ears.
Gone from this terrestrial plane.
You fade not, forever in our hearts Edith.
Goodnight Amaka!
With pregnant hope we long to see you when the morrow comes. Goodnight!





© UCHE NWANZE
21: 09: 2020