The Lay Of A Cold Hand!

Written and dedicated to the memory of my dad, Mr. Njoku Akputa who passed away on 19th january, 2014.

Grief rushed in like a lion,
joy crawled out like a snail.
Crushed down by the inviccible presence of sorrow,
clinch of a burdened heart,
visit of sunset of glooms.
Like the tears, cries stood many miles away.

I wish upon the distance of cries;
to feel overwhelming smiles,
at least for some whiles.
But the brave one zoomed in,
his parting left a flesh wound;
that no gone memory of joy can heal.

A life going with not much ado;
couldn't now stay some more days,
to experience the breaths of pain.
Cos' on him laid the cold hand.

A stretch of hand is not far from where you're;
But my echo seems beyond the star;
for you to hear.
I would say;
"man must be heartless at dead"
even the endless tears,
of the women you are married to,
can't wake you in this gentle sleep.

Oh death,
how proudly thee now?
Wicked and dreadly, thou may boast thou are.
"Thou silliest most".

A closed gate; thou should'est know,
comes the reward of an opened one.
A saddened face today;
brings the hopes of cheerful heart tomorrow.
A dimemension changed;
isn't the journey's end.

So why should thou be proud?
When in the stretch of infinity,
thou stood the chance to loose.

© 2014 Bonaventure Onuabuchi

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Coyote Poetry

I like how you write. You must have read the ancient writers. The feel of Dante, Virgil and Dryden in your words and thoughts. This poem told the truth and left the reader with sadness and questions.
"Oh death,
how proudly thee now?
Wicked and dreadly, thou may boast thou are.
"Thou silliest most". "
The above lines are strong and left me with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote