My Beautiful Effigy
I grieve,
But I do not grief for death,
Not for death?
It's a grieve for the dead,
But not of a thing that breathes
Bitterness arrest my breast,
Woebetide my countenance
That even an ocean of tears
Cannot wash away the excruciating pain
I had my dream carved into a beautiful effigy
Her beauty titilates my soul
I polished her day and night, so she could shine brighter,
I shielded her away from the tiniest of smudge
I rose from slumber this morning,
Alas! My beautiful effigy
Had turned pieces of gravel scattered over the earth
Tears welled up my eyes, but couldn't be shed
My heart aches, my soul broken
How have this come to be?
My yesterday's beautiful effigy
Is now a piece of stone.
Copyright © Ifedayo Mayowa | Year Posted 2016
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