The Grave In My Backyard Poem by Ogolla Enock

I once held the ultimate in my hands and vowed to protect it.
But for a moment, my arms grew cold and I neglected it.
So it gathered cold and died right in my hand asking why
I promised the ultimate and delivered the opposite.
All I could say was "I am sorry, " but it was too late.

The doctors concluded that she died of a severe cold
But they were wrong. My beloved was queen of the winter
Born and raised in Antarctica. The cold might
have pierced her body, but it was the disappointment
born out of neglect that snuffed life out of her heart.

Though I rise from the depths of the abyss and attain
the loftiest heights ever known to man, Still,
There is a grave in my backyard and the void and pain it
since left behind surpasses every pain ever known to man.
But there's a restoration and I am counting on it.

Still, the story shall be told again and again. That,

I once held the ultimate in my hands and vowed to protect it
but for a moment, my arms grew cold, and I neglected it.
So it froze and died right in my hands asking why I promised
the ultimate and delivered the opposite. And all I could
say was 'I am so sorry', but it was too late.