I am sloshing through the mire of loss
stained by the mud of aches
as the residues of grief
plaster living tears on cheeks

I hang on the slippery rope of hope
but my blistered spirit
too frail to hold on
slept like a pyre of dead leaves

Memories birth just lamentations
as doleful askance sprouts
holding us in thrall
cringing behind curtains of watery eyes

Tragically ugly
this fluster of loss
in dithering distastes
hearse us in dwindling depths of despair

Alack,
it is true
dirges race into ears
as the the parliament of owls
pregnant with pain
announce this painful exit

How we sink
in every shred of doom
looming with woes
as you wicker off unexpectedly


The official cover of my book
”FROM THE CURTAINS OF MY WATERY EYES”
Dedicated to my late dad papa Enoh Samuel Besong

© Ernest Enoh Eyong