Last Breath
Last Breath
Last night, I watched my body stuffed in a breathless bed,
Cold
Light as a feather
No atom of strength
I became a skeleton wrapped as one.
There's was air,
I
Just
Could not
Grasp
For
One.
The pastor said; she is resting from this restless world
The other day, I spoke fluently with men of the soil
But
Now
I
Have acquire a new deafening tongue.
I felt my tears dropped,
I am in a new paradigm
No teeming friends is 'ver here.
My love drove in with skinny Tina,
I was out in cold, miserable and hurt
One thousand times, I did tear them apart
But
They giggled in pleasurable delight.
In smeared shame, I trudge to my father's house.
My room was lit locked
My mom's face was like a smashed watermelon,
My dad was dressed in dark distress.
Yes, the Pastor spewed Hebrew nine in twenty-seven parts.
I fell down on my feeble knees,
I
Have
Lost
The
Way
Home
Lord
I beseech you,
Let me drink of the ancient tongue
I am lost and lonely
My sun is darkened and my stars refuses to give her light.
Like a flash,
These words came with a force;
"We've got a pulse!"
About the Author: Poet Ojo Victoria Ilemobayo is a Sickle Cell Warrior, Student, Video Editor, Stickers Creator, Literary Contest Linker, Smile Therapist and a Guitarist-to-be. Some of her works are in WSA, WHI anthology, Firebrand magazine, sledgehammer, Nnoko, GEMP, Prawns paper, Mixed mag, Agape review, and Mad swirl.
She resides in Satellite Town, Lagos State, Nigeria.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The opinions expressed are those of the characters and should not be confused with the writer’s.
