“I
Cry”
It wasn’t time, when she left
Been at the side of pain
From beginning to the end
Endless tears from my eyes flow
I kept squinting as it keeps biting
Tears soaking the pillow
She was the best
Father, mother, friend
Passed every test!
On the wall behind the
Building
I sit watching; watering your planting
Time after time
Watching them grow
Listening to their song as the wind blow
Stems responding to nature’s call
All grown, strong and tall
None withers, nor fall
Your picture staring at me
Wanting to talk
Loneliness downs on me
As the sun on the mountain top
The light on the street remind
Me of you
And the days we talk; the songs
I sang for you
Every night, you ride
My dream
Like the Eagle’s wing
Is carried by the wind
The pain grows and doesn’t stop
Like the first little finger of a clock
Tick, tock, tick; the sound
Awaiting the arrival of the cock-roo
I miss you and
The tiny seed in your womb
I lost my sight on you
The Angel in my heart left a wound
Don’t know who to love
Who’s story to trust
Since she’s gone
My happiness is mocked
Far from the death
Far from the living
My soul is distressed
On my neck hangs the garment of mourning
In case you see her
Tell her
I still love her
It wasn’t time, when she left
Been at the side of pain
From beginning to the end
Endless tears from my eyes flow
I kept squinting as it keeps biting
Tears soaking the pillow
She was the best
Father, mother, friend
Passed every test!
On the wall behind the
Building
I sit watching; watering your planting
Time after time
Watching them grow
Listening to their song as the wind blow
Stems responding to nature’s call
All grown, strong and tall
None withers, nor fall
Your picture staring at me
Wanting to talk
Loneliness downs on me
As the sun on the mountain top
The light on the street remind
Me of you
And the days we talk; the songs
I sang for you
Every night, you ride
My dream
Like the Eagle’s wing
Is carried by the wind
The pain grows and doesn’t stop
Like the first little finger of a clock
Tick, tock, tick; the sound
Awaiting the arrival of the cock-roo
I miss you and
The tiny seed in your womb
I lost my sight on you
The Angel in my heart left a wound
Don’t know who to love
Who’s story to trust
Since she’s gone
My happiness is mocked
Far from the death
Far from the living
My soul is distressed
On my neck hangs the garment of mourning
In case you see her
Tell her
I still love her
Mr. James Ochayi (King) is a prolific writer whose interest range from the love of creative works to inspiring people from
all works of life. He has been using every medium that crossed his path
to preach and teach. He has more mind-blowing write-ups that will shape
you into a whole.
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Nice one man.... Keep it Mr James.... WI check on other words.... I loved the way you put the words....
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