LATE BEGINNING (Poetry)

 

    Image by Samuel Ojile - mother as an angel taking petitions to God

By Agboola Abidemi Kaothar

mother like earth// gave birth to four children//she named them//"angels of the earth"//I gave birth to the fifth//so we can lift you up your dying bed//but earth and its angels//have forsaken us//my shadow//disappear  from me in dark moments//my eyes//an ocean that blurs away// in it I saw my hope//pierced with a thousand daggers// like a serrated autumn leaf//she fell at my feet// drowned in her blood//that red liquor that once adorned her skin//during her first appearance on earth//holding onto your dying hands//on your sick bed//all I could do was stare//into your oceanic eyes//the only passage to the diamond castle//where we convey in the lingo we alone comprehend//and watch the view of our blessed future//in your eyes I saw//your pleading to let go//but how could I let you go? //we promised to fly//on the wings of love together//alas! In my presence//you drifted away//like ashes blown into the air//my screaming in the ward//an invitation to all eyes//a whirring to ears in the distance//without you// I'm a dead flower//I want to avenge//the reason for the monster I have become//yet the wailing of the innocent to me//is a song of melody//and in  their bloody wrappings//an awakening of the dead evils in me//the death of mothers with their unborn babies //serve me motivation rather than fear//if you weren't born//I wouldn't have seen your smile//the only view that awakens my hearth//this is what I have become//I make lovers breathe their last//in the ocean of their own blood//if we couldn't end up together in your blessedness //then nobody deserves to//reality has woken me up from my slumber//death caught up with you//because I couldn't hasten up with you on my shoulder//now I have decided to start like the beginning of history//blossom like a blessed flower by bonding with you//grief has bowed my head//to the length of my belly button//and into this six feet asylum// I have fallen like the morning dew//but here comes my deeds in front of me// like outcast leaves//the new dawn I have planned//pours into a process of death and rebirth//my voice vanquished from warring with death’s decision//I screamed in this suffocating room//a new beginning to my endless pain.

 

 

Agboola Abidemi Kaothar is a young emerging Nigerian writer from Osun state and a student of Obafemi Awolowo University. She finds serenity and joy in writing, she wishes to make the earth fertile with her ink, and be the voice of the voiceless through her writings.