Bread Fruits
As I watched some bread fruits fall,
I thought of friends answering heaven's call:
Like flowering plants were the youth and rigidity-
Of these gems full with virility.
But in the sudden wake of a season
Appeared the ghoul to lead one into death's prison.
I bemoan the day of such sad news
That sealed the mouth and tied the tongue of my muse,
Blinding all senses without no reason
With percolated thoughts of the past and near seasons
Stirring the head with the winds of memorable years
Most, I will forever remember with falling tears.
Forlorn dreams, faded with the dark clouds
Before the thundering grew so loud
A cold easterly already spreads her wings
Whistling sober tunes as she flies and sings
A valedictory song to all
Within gaze, as bread fruits fall.
Copyright © Osinachi Richard | Year Posted 2016
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