While the sun rises on one hemisphere, and the moon appears over the other, your life reeks of eternal failure,
The realisation of which will be cushioned,
by the tears of your mother.
The people who are important, try to make you understand,
the significance of time in your life,
your stubbornness just flee,
but the intrusion of a wise one persists in your hive.
The teachings of your mother keep coming to haunt you,
"Pay attention while I teach you to behave like a human being ,"
while the rest of the world continuous to taunt you,
" Don't you know how to behave,you pathetic excuse for a sentient being?"
As you finally taste the joy in God, and
you search for the tenets that could give you more;
You accomplish your sojourn, but
Alas my friend! I am at your sepulture...
You were once strong
Never wrong
Now you are dead
I have so much pain
To swallow this verbena
You are indeed dead
I have so much pain
Deep in my heart, no stamina
And of course no legs
It's raining cats and dogs
I weep, wail and cry
I suffer, smother and die
I don't know what's going in my bones
Through me, what’s rocking and shaking me
And causing controversy
Where the sky is littered with drones
You were so pretty
And obviously so strong
But now you're dead
No, this is not a song
I do not know what to do
If I should scream and shut up
I do not know what to do
If I should put up or give up
Or let drown deep in me
The heavy sorrows and the fatal weights
Now everything annoys me
The day and the night
I cannot find the right
Detour on the freeways
Too many roadblocks and setbacks
Too many dregs that won’t go down
The pipes in downtown
Now you are dead
And I am utterly sad.
Copyright © May 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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