Xx Poem by Adeosun Olamide

We have made roses,
-And befriended lonely seas
And stars in the deep unseen-
We have reached- exchanging whispers,
Felled trees, so the breezes may pass
And though we do, we perish-
-For when death first took us,
Leaving only our lungs living,
And fetters to our embalmer,
We left unburied- decaying so- perished,
In the roses we made, thriving without us,
In the rainbows we made famous, indifference
-And breezes swirling within the tides,
Breezes we opened ourselves to, swirled
And the tides, they rowed, rolling on,
On- to the shores, through wrecked ships, ours,
Rolling there- without us there to taste or feel,
And the stars stare, watching, sparkling on…
As though we were, missing not our gaze,
And in the death, we bore the weight of emptiness
It was our cross, our hell- their indifference
And when death ever shall restore us-
We know we have lived, as we now
Disrupting not a darkness-
And where grieve; bearing peace, clinging silence,
Holding to our warmth,
-That when, if again death takes us
-There shall be no pain in being unloved
And we shall not be forgotten
For we shall not be remembered
For we didn't seek to be then