Just when am gone;
Know it I've gone to appreciate another life.
Trying to pass this phase,
I must have gotten a dry face.
To help me with water;
Pour all your tears near my grave.
Though I can't see you grieve,
This is all you owe me for a relief.
Though I can't see you,
I am present in those memories that queue,
In the whirlwind and of that mourning dews,
I have turned a star;
To watch over you in the dark snare.
Just before you mourn;
Only my body was entrapped in the mud.
I have gone afar,
Looking for my maker to affirm,
Of my loyalty and task on earth.
I will be glad to see,
That you didn't mourn outside the grave,
And put away every burden in your heart's cave.
But now, sand to sand,
Dust return to dust;
Dying is living.
Life is but one brief day.
by penlord
(Sampson chinecherem Nwali ✍️)
©penlord
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