I Lost All
I lost all my favorite
people to death/
that is why broken smiles sleep
on face/
that is why i am always lonely in a
room full of people
I lost all my favorite
people to death/
mom was the first missing
angel/
whose face was never pictured
by me
Dad became our next mother/
whose life painted joy in our
fragile hearts/
But took a tour with death in
2017
I saw darkness roaming our
backyard/
cries broke in through the
window pane/
we fell off like an iroko tree
I lost all my favorite
people to death/
aunt too became a victim/
they said she had suffered from
African sign
Beautiful souls having an affair
with the red earth/
tearing me apart like a broken
pavement/
how I wish to plant kisses on
their foreheads
Copyright © Edwin Olu Bestman | Year Posted 2020
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