Here I am,
wearied and lost in a sea of memories,
as lonely tears salute my ebbing cheeks.
They stream from mine eyes
like a bunch of soldier ants on rampage orders.
Grief annexed my being
as sorrow weaved through my veins
like ink in water.
The anguish in my head rumaged for solace
only to descry implausible agony.
My heart is now habituated by woe
as it is forever laced by the songs
of amorous throe and loneliness.
Why depart so soon big sis?

Dedicated to Mrs Atem Enoh Marie Claire Eneke who slept in the Lord on the 5th August 2017..
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