My Final Dirge: A Poem by Emmanuel Enaku
In secret, I craved your presence.
And then, because I could hold it no more,
I had spilled the words that had multiplied
So much in my heart
In secret, I craved your presence.
And then, because I could hold it no more,
I had spilled the words that had multiplied
So much in my heart
In my ears, I heard the cold legs of fate walking towards me,
Should I tell this young bird that the last person who made my body tingle died when I believed my world was made?
Listen more, slow down, and say I love you.
Stop for a moment; take a breath, take in the view.