The Tragedy Of A Widow Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Widow, clad in sorrow's veil,
Your grief, a story I must tell,
For you have lost your husband dear,
And now, your eyes are filled with tears.

Your love, now gone, an empty bed,
The memories, like a river, flood your head,
His laughter, his touch, his warm embrace,
Now only a memory, a distant trace.

The nights are long, the days are bleak,
Your heart, shattered, it can hardly speak,
For in his absence, you feel so lost,
A heavy burden, upon your shoulders tossed.

Oh widow, your pain, I cannot fathom,
A world without him, an endless chasm,
The dreams you shared, now left behind,
In the depths of grief, it's hard to find.

You wear his ring, upon your hand,
But he's no longer here, to understand,
The loneliness, the ache, the void inside,
A love that once blossomed, now wilted and died.

The world moves on, but you're stuck in time,
The tears, like a constant, heavy rhyme,
How cruel it is, that fate has played,
Leaving you, a widow, in its shade.

Oh widow, you're not alone,
For in your sorrow, your husband's love has shown,
He may be gone, but his spirit lives on,
In every sunrise, every dawn.

The tragedy of the widow, a tale so old,
But for you, it's a pain, that will never unfold,
For your love, a bond, that will never sever,
Oh widow, may your heart find peace forever.