SHE IS NOT DEAD

SHE IS NOT DEAD

I walks around the tomb
It is you my eyes are searching
I wondered the ancestors could sold lies
That the dead rises to dialogue at midnight
When you forever remain in the grave

Here, with madness, but sane
Monologue round the clock, no response
I could even peep through some broken blocks
Of your grave
But, I don’t believe you are truly there,
Because I can’t see you

Perhaps, you’ve joined the breeze
Why don’t you blow someday, through my ears
And whisper some words, like in those days
It is a box of memory I created about you

I find it wobble to take in breath
That you are truly gone beyond sight
Even though, I can’t see you again
You will forever dwell in my heart.

©Kolawole Akinrimisi