Praises In Death Poem by Brown mbadiwe

With crying praises The eyes sleeping, a sleep in death, very dark, very gurly and misty. Our essence buried in shallow water, shallow graves in distress.

Distressed hearts, our beating heart in our hands, we stare at them, with crying eyes. Bleeding hearts, we salvage what we can. In bits or pieces. Down or Up in Glory.

Our legs hung over our head, too weary we cried, so the songs sang for us. Children with no sleep, eyes in our heart, unreadable scroll of madness.

Oh my mind, in crazy times, places you superised me. Too dearly, i crushed the destruction. In crumbs and tumbles a rumbled table was set, feast for the living and dead. Feat for fire and fury, the moon goes dark.

Weary weary so my soul cries, it dies in silence too great it spoke. Speaking wishes, Whispers in dreams unburied shadow of death, with shallow memories.