Agony of the son
Oh! dear fatherOur acquaintance
Short-lived
Unwilling nuance
Like poem without stanza
Poetic book unwritten
Letters undelivered
Mirrors shattered
A thousand pieces
Unbroken image of you
Of you in my mind's eye
Wouldn't it be nice
Say hi
My thoughts sway to afterlife
Where you now live
Hoping to hear unspoken words
Of the dead
Undo your deed
Turn the stones unturned
Teach me the lesson
Lessen my burden
Listen, to whispers of my soul
Ease my unhappiness
Calm my restlessness
For I'm on blurry path
Clouded by smoking incense
Tedious journey of existence
Without an oar I paddle
Give me rudder to trudge
If only you could live once more
Would I stop longing, longing
To know you once more
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2025-06-09 at 16:55
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