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Fatal: ‘MS. ONYECHE’
Fatal: ‘MS. ONYECHE’
Doctors mirror out same results
Family dwell in awkward quiets
Night so cold, slow like snail steps
Days are awaken with past memoirs
So painful to watch you go.
Doctor’s epics in white stay alive
Children modifying nostrils size like Elephants
Growl, snorting, and roaring, cry everyone’s tears
No more new toys for the wide-Parlor floor
So painful to watch you go.
Doctor’s epic, hidden is the truth
Hopeful for recovery you sit and lie
Unaware, essence of time is making no sense
Children cry, if God would alter, trading the tears
For it so painful to watch you go.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010-08-03 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
An acclamation to an Aunt; Sister, Mother, and Grand Mother: MRS. EUNICE ONYECHE. Since the month of June in 2010, it was diagnose that she had an incurable gravy cancer. People around her knew the truth ‘INCURABLE’ but to her she continues with medication hopeful for improvement.
End Of A Silly Love Tale
No more stepping towards you
Our footprint prints wearisome
Paces has refuse to take adventure
Nor be displacing to your indecisive place.
I heard them asking, gossiping all around
If we’re anywhere to be found
Painful laughter they all exploded
Sincere love they showed, distracting you caught me hound.
Now I’m that lost love they loved the most
Irrational feelings though you’re more beautiful never the best,
Stolen from friends now it ends, hope I’ve learned how to live half-alive,
For what went back just came back around.
Seriously, you and I just pretend we knew
Thinking it takes soonest to fall in love
Thinking it takes more to understand love
Unfair love I waited all day long.
You crave not, hiding all regret
Lost in trance a no come back
Silly love tales from hanker to combat
Like a hawk swiftly you swerved, indecisive sincere love neglect
To others who lost me, love warms a bed
To the one I devote to, on her bed I catch a cold
Nobody believes there is an iced inside my soul
Snow in my heart glad I learned how to live half-alive.
Fallen hell no, I’ve grown way too strong
And above an idea to fall back in your arms
Not if you’ll be here, there or call me a dear
On your footprint is engraved regret.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com