Head pounding,
Eyes drooping,
So much pain,
Yet so much peace.
I don’t see a light,
My life doesn’t flash infront of my eyes,
But I’m stuck somewhere between existence and the void of non existence,
I think about them.
About the woman who birthed me,
I feel her pain when she is told her child is gone,
Her denial is crippling,
Her tears enough to fill the ocean
About the woman who married me
I feel her loneliness when she sleeps on our empty bed,
Her sadness is gut wrenching,
Her anger to much for one person.
About the girl I fathered,
I feel her confusion when I do not tuck her in at night,
Her sobs are choking,
Her pain is what pushes me to turn away from the void of non-existence.
By Eva. O. Eke-Metoho
Poetry with Eva 