MY GHOST / Poem by Membis Okorie Chukwukamma

 
Poem by Membis Okorie Chukwukamma
 
 
 
MY GHOST
 
He pointed a gun at me
I tried to resolve with him
But he pulled the trigger
And planted bullets in my chest
I fell to the ground
He thought I was dead
But I turned a ghost
Standing beside my wasted body
I smiled in-between tears
For those who will miss my words
And how I create sweet memories
 
He thought I was dead
But I turned a ghost
Reincarnated into seven boys
I became stronger and smarter
At last I was free as I prayed
But with dreams unachieved
 
Shot by a friend under daylight
Felt his betrayal piercing my heart
He envied my success and happiness
Was scared of what I would become
So he planted bullets to my chest
And I fell to the ground
 
He thought I was dead
But I turned a ghost
I followed him in the dark
A thousand nightmares
I killed him a hundred times more
For he took me away from my love
She cried and mother was hospitalized
So I hunted him to the grave
But that was not the end
I returned
Reincarnated into seven boys
 
Lord have mercy for things I did wrong
Tried to change but couldn’t live long
Too many incense I burnt
Clouded in divine smoke I prayed
But my destiny was delayed
Till I died, I was never heard or read
 
From realms I think of great times
With my family and friends
For every creature I was blessed to see
And how Nature nurtured my soul
Yes, I found the light in my dark
And it lead me back to God
I pray he forgive things I did wrong
Tried to change but couldn’t live long
 
My daughter growing in wisdom
Beautiful like a flower beside the stream
Without a father to love and guide
But I spoke from the grave
And told her to be brave
 
I watch everyone who love me
Remember me and cry oceans
I saw people coming from where the world ends
Yes, races were unified at my grave
And it turned into a garden full of roses
 
If I had lived more
I could have done more
For the world and people I love
No sacrifice out of love is enough
But I was shot dead
By a friend I never wished bad
 
My flesh decayed and be and manure
I am learning to live in an immortal world
With fragments of my soul on earth
Times I wish everyone could see me
So I travel with West wind
Stand at my daughter’s window at sunrise
Hide behind the stars at night
 
I was everything one could be
I was happy before my death
With dreams unachieved
But that was not the end.
 
(c) Membis Okorie Chukwukamma

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