Ifeoma| POETRY

[gandhibaba]

Ifeoma,
I tried calling your voice
Wrapped in the shroud
But a piercing muteness kept bouncing back
This is not boomerang
This is to say an exit defies every promise
Many nights, we sat under a moonlit sky
And you would say
Obim, if ever the world turns against you
Call my name and watch me stretch into your body like a clone

But Ijeoma,
in grieving, the world belches a whirlwind towards my body
and i call you like a citadel of salvation
but my returns are shatterings—broken vows. broken dreams
should i say love is never enough?
should i say death made you a charlatan?

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Comments

[dante31]

This is lovely

[gandhibaba]

Thanks

[mamo-07]

I appreciate poetry of this caliber

[gandhibaba]

Thanks man

[bhoa]

This is sad

[gandhibaba]

Yea it is a tragic poem. Thanks for stopping by.