I DIED LAST NIGHT

Where am I coming from?
This breeze, to where is it driving me?
Is this the entrance of heaven?
Or the exit of the earth?
But for real, I died last night.

This junction I am, two things I seek
The said river Jordan,
And the prophesied mountains
That I may swim in or climb my next life,
My usual home,  a casual resident, now.

Why is there much noise?
Why are people crying?
Like am of importance?
Like they truly care?
Like they will really miss me?

Last night, I embarked
Unkept,  unloved,  uncared,
Last night, I blown my final breath
To the winking death's nose pit,
That I may hook with someone, at least.

Like a leper, I was thoroughly avoided
My sour mouth denied ached belly,
To take the cure, no one would console
The non transmitted illness called
But all angles showed me no carer.

Why is there much noise?
Why are people crying?
Like am of importance?
Like they truly care?
Like they will really miss me?

Now I stand with them
Pointing my own grave,
Can they see me?
Could they feel my tongue?
That their noisy condolence disturbs.

Free my mouth,  open their ears
That I encode, and they decode,
Reveal the light to their minds
That they not repeat the irreparable err,
That not envelope the lefts nonchalantly.

Where am I coming from?
This breeze, to where is it driving me?
Is this the entrance of heaven?
Or the exit of the earth?
But for real, I died last night.

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© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).