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The Grief of Death Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by sleemfesh, Nigeria Nov 21, 2008
Peace & Conflict   Poetry

  

This morning I woke up to some grief
I heard a death shrill over the air
So suddenly did it pierced the skies
That the calm air was thrown into turmoil
The skies shuddered and birds scared
Hairs stood up all over my terrified body

God gives and he takes
He creates and calls the stakes
We come on loan
And sometimes no matter how much we moan
We still at his bidding live
No matter how much we try not to leave

Three months before the end of the year
Sometimes on the second day after the fifth
It was hardly a couple and an hour before midnight
Before I could finally shut the doors of my eye
Came such scary shrill in a baritone
The next second I was crashing the stairs half naked

The sad part was that we could do nothing
Then anything we did was too late
We had to carry my own father, dead
There was not time to try to save him
There was no attempt because there was no chance
Finally we carried him out and buried him

So, whenever you see me musing all by myself
Or gathering words in a deep recollection
I am declaring that I have been there
When He took one and rather very forcefully
I could only ask one question: ‘Why’
‘Why now’ ‘Why here’ ‘Why like this’





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I have heard that life is like a piece of music;it has to end somewhere yet we are obliged to enjoy the music a long as it lasts.

It matters to me that I be in tune with my individual feelings irrespective of the several forces that come to bear on it, because, that is all I have and can lay claim on.

I grew up a little kid who had everything at his disposal, or at least I thought so. I was sure my fees would be paid and other kids came to our house to play and hardly ever the other way round. This only left me handicapped later on in life when I realized that I actually have to fend for myself and needed to reach out to others to get certain things done. Things may always be around the corner yet we have to step out and take hold of them.
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