The Loss
Constantly I feel the pain
Just like earth feels the rain
I still hear the echo of your voice
I still perceive the saint of your innocence
Even now, after people have paid their condolences
The river keeps rushing from my eyes
Why do you have to go?
Is this what eternity means?
Why go when you could have stayed?
I desperately need some answers
The iron of sorrow keeps stabbing my heart
Weakening it every moment
Why talk when i can not hear you anymore
remembering your word ignites fear in me
Our dreams, now a shattered pieces of hope
I just keep praying for the power to cope
And the rivers of tears to stop flowing
Your words are now like a fog
We are now worlds apart
One end for the living
The other for the dead
Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2016
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