The Memories Of His Last Visit

Poem By Christian Ndukwe

Everyone could see there was no gash or wound
All they could see was my body full of blood
They advised that I should wash off the stains
None would have cared about the blood without
If their eyes could see the bleeding of my heart

With him in my house, it was great joy at first
In his lovely nature, the children need to meet
Their face glows, the fruits would soon be theirs
With delight, I was waiting for my share as well
Till the loud sound echoed, the scariest I ever heard

I wished it was another movie, a nightmare at worst
Cos what I saw was far more scary than the sound
I felt the adrenaline, confusion, sorrow and pain
It's all my fault, I shouldn't have allowed him to try
God why! Why must the head reach the floor first?

Rushing to casualty; all openings channels of blood
"Please say something! Tell me you'll soon be fine"
I wished mangoes don't grow, and fruits not edible
I was there; I was nowhere; my mind running wild
"He left imminent final exam to visit a girl..." Me?

In the emergency room everyone was to me too slow
I was praying, worrying, my heart trembling with fear
The clinicians did try, but gravity was too callous
I was unable to help my beloved open his eyes,
He left without saying a word.

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