This is a poem I wrote about Death. We may or may not have people close to us who are already dead but if we do have, it’s best to know all hope is not lost. They are gone but will never be forgotten.
You’re the priest at the altar,
Where loved ones are brought to rest.
You rule the kingdom,
Where so many have called “Home”.
Possessor of a boundless vial
Stealing precious breaths.
With heavy hearts and helpless wails,
Cherished ones taken
Tears flow, hearts broken.
A mother and a father,
Little ones, future unknown,
Teens with brighter goals,
Lovers, journey unfinished.
How I wish you turn your back
To see many who have wept,
Many who are shattered.
You’re the sailor, the captain,
You come to take,
Only to return, vessel empty.
Except you don’t know,
That those who left never left,
Those gone, never gone.
There is a land you can’t reach,
A place you’ll never touch
And there we have given them homes,
To keep and remember
In our bleeding hearts
Hannah Faleti I. has spent a lifetime in Nigeria. She is currently living in the cosmopolitan city of Ibadan, north of Lagos and the Gulf of Guinea. She begins law school in March of 2018 at Obafemi Awolowo University where she hopes to become an advocate for civil rights. Her poetry and writing reflect the grand dynamics of her homeland of Nigeria. Hannah will curate a weekly series of postings from Nigeria for Introvert Press.