My eyes, in vain, struggle to see
The moon grudgingly bids farewell
And I fail to retain my spirit
Don’t crowd around weeping for me
Think of me with a beautiful smile
How well I have sincerely loved you
Tattoo my memories on your heart
Pains of my shouting sacrifices
My words, my deeds and my beliefs
Adorned your hearts with courage
Let not your vegetable heart slump
For your grief will unrest my soul
Knowing how deep my hurt is
Sighting raindrops from your eyes
This cloak, certainly, I shall wear
However unpleasant it is to bear
In this world, I’m only but a passenger
Home, built not with bricks, await me yonder
And Death only means of getting there
Written by: Sunday O Freemason
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
It is a lovely poem . Mood of the poem is captivating. Keep it up.
thanks.