Ask me when I have died, why

A Poem by Femi Adejuwon

A piece on angst and romance gone wrong

I got lonely too,
Sometimes,
Following sad
Because closure
Did not free me
From you. Besides
It's not so bad. Now.
Then being worse
You were,
A wicked song
Played on the
Strings of a
Breaking lyre.
For then as well
As for now.
I was
A fading fire
Reduced to
Glowing embers.
Trying hard to
Relive the days
Of fervour
And spirit.
It remembers, nothing
Of the joy
It once felt.
Dying smoke
Forms the shape
Of regret.
And yet
You are,
An errant thought
Retracing it's steps
Today. Waking pictures
In my mind
Moving peace
Farther away.
Better, that days
Ahead be gone.
I, forgotten in
The lap of time
Will endure
Without the need
To move forward
Pushing on my
Back. To say.
Return me to
The start, that I
May stop the first
Breech, of my wall
Break, in my armour
Crack, in my mind
Catch myself before I fall
For you.
Again.
Madness runs amok,
In the sancta
Of learned men
Living off the
Need for order
To feed chaos.
At the back of my
Head, I watch my
Changing dreams
Dance like
Shadows on the wall.
This is not a poem, at all.
This is, "why are you
Still here?"
This is, "goodbye
Forever"
This is "I no longer
Care"
For you
That is a lie...
And you are
More than less,
What I expected you should be
By now.