The Visiting Wraith

Lying haplessly on the floor was a note,

And it read "I Died So As To Live Again".

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Dawn came with a different taste today, 

it bored the sun out of its shimmering beauty —

just a big ball of burning fury, 

it didn't shine, it waltzed away in shame, 

when it realized that I was far from being fine. 

Darkness like a thief crept in again, 

it tiptoed into my life, it came to loot, 

but this time I am bare, with nothing to lose, 

what it wanted was beyond things I could give. 

There it stood in the corner of this house,

on the very wooden chair, you always sat on,

it came in a miniature form, wearing your blouse,

mocking me to my face —

a testament that you were gone. 

& then it tried to whisper from afar,

but the ears of my soul were latched up close, 

another attempt to inflict a scar,

on my heart —

this heart had gotten many a dose.

& then I trudged to your bedside,

to have a feel of you for one more time,

lying haplessly on the floor was a note,

& it read "I died so as to live again."

That was the calm after the storm,

your assurance —

one that I badly needed.

©Amoye Favour

Amoye Favour is a Nigerian Poet and Copywriter. His poems have appeared in so many literary magazines including the "Literatus Issue" and many others. He is a poet for ARKore Writes. You can connect with him on WhatsApp on +2348136390656.

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