Casket My Wooden Home Poem by Julius Saidu

Casket My Wooden Home



If it comes, why I say nay?
Fates will be tilt to fill
The breeze will blow and sway
When I reached the other realm
Calm it will…
When I lay dead in my casket
Then my wooden home
Side by side
What then be of the remains?
Flowers?
Who's the love that kept?
That has no touch even
What lay outside the wood?
Crunch bunch of mourners
Railing tears with wishes
What good are tears to a dead man?
What cries can bade em farewell
Even prayers isn't enough
I know the tides
It's tight
If I lay in my casket my wooden home
I will be there alone
Waiting for God

Casket My Wooden Home
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dead
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Julius Saidu

Julius Saidu

Kajuru Kaduna state
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