Let Me Cry

Johnson Sakaja
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Doors to earth now closed
Locked, and heart somewhere cold
To pluck our eyes a black rose
And tears gathering moss.
We saddened to write it short, and long
For life is short, and you gone
To pour love, out , no laughs, more cries

For a sister, for a friend
To a lost soul, to a dying spirit
To Bianca, kept in a tomb.
So stop that pop music cropping to my ears
And hop to my steeple
come sit close to me
That we mourn a fellow Daughter of Christ
A lady of the world
Death,very, a mess.

Bianca we grabbed our souls a memory
Hoping, the mind forgets you were here
We asked ourselves
What does death gain
When it draw man to temper and pain?

Our spirits now a filament of fear
We blame death , the wrath, the pith
That makes a soul, living, not to breath.
My muscles now reduced to mere veins
I’m not a man, I am a mourner
I’m not fighter, I’m a heart of pains
I am a loser,
And a tumor of brain a victor.

Remember the promised coffee
Now body and soul awaiting coffin
In midst of mystified hopes
And a requiem mass
To send you farewell
Your promise broken
And me, a friend, heartbroken.

So let me cry, and confront fate
With a feretory casket to my left,
A memorial Holy Grail to my right
Ask it
What does death gain
When it draw man to temper and pain?

Yes, we all mortals destined
To be eaten, yes, chewed by moles
But with you gone,
We stuck, alone in a lonely home
For death conned us dear Cornelius
And casted him into stone
A cross to his chest
An obelisk to his head.
And my title P.O.E.T now an acronym

People of Ending Times
Our pauses mimicking, very
The agony, and the pain
The beats of sorrow grinding our veins
And the mantra is one sad song
A sotto of cries parading in a crescendo
Of one, heartbreaking, fiasco
Death of journo legend.

R. I. P sister,  dear gentle heart
When the sun sets we remember your rise
When a beauty was born
And our hopes reborn
So we mourn, shed tears every morn
And ask ourselves, repeatedly
What does death gain
When it draws man to temper and pain?

~ Tribute to Bianca a friend who helped me strengthen my spirituality

~Inspired by Najma of Savoury Minds

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