LossA Poem by Odette NtambaraThis is a piece about the Agony one faces after losing a loved one
Some night alone
she thinks of him Those same nights
she wishes he was close Other nights she
is conflicted with her own thoughts She looks up to
the star he once said belonged to her She looks out the
open window, trying to catch a glimpse of him She curls up in
her bed, with loneliness as company She weeps as her
tears overwhelm her eyes Tear drops roll
down her chicks like an uncontainable stream She goes through
the night in suffering, As she realizes he will not be returning
Her morning bring
no joy, As she wakes in
amazement of a new day, for she thought death was what took place in the night She crawls out of
bed with more disappointment She understands
not why her beloved has been taken away soon after their paths had crossed She wants to follow
him to the place he has departed, But she seems not
to know the road he took, let alone the address he now calls home
She looks out to
the sunrise and his face is all she sees She thinks of the
last time he smiled at her and kissed her lips She thinks of the
last thing she said to him She recalls how
he sat on the edge of the bed while she slept And she just manage
to draw a smile, Slowly her smile
turns into a frown, as she remembers the time she sat at the edge of their bed
while he slept, not knowing he was gone She now feels the
pain she felt the morning his eyes did not wake and how undisturbed he seemed
“Come back to me
the one I love”, she proclaims “Come back to me
the one I have lost”, she cries out Our time has been
cut too short Our love has been
stolen from us God why do you
take away the one you brought for me? What shall I do
now? She asks When will
happiness knock on my door once more?
by Odette Ntambara
© 2015 Odette NtambaraFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorOdette NtambaraKigali, RwandaAboutI originate from the mountainous and beautiful country of East Africa known to many as Rwanda; you would also associate it with the nickname “the land of a thousand hills”. A private p.. more..Writing
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