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Nature’s silence, heart’s lament
By Igwenome Mary makuo

A Heartfelt Reflection on Loss and Love, life is one of a kind, a vanity fair, I lament for the leaving.
Where moments of luxury float in the air.
Yet beneath the surface, the truth we find,
A good man breathes, giving life to mankind.
In nature’s silence, a lament lies deep,
A sorrow that the earth has vowed to keep.
Carbon dioxide fills the space we share,
And loyalty blooms, though it’s often a snare.
We wear our masks, pretending to care,
But when the heart falters, who’s really there?
In struggles we grow, we strive to survive,
Feeding no one, just fighting to thrive.
Mama’s the anchor, the one who stays near,
In this tempest of life, she calms every fear.
Yet amid the storm, a lament arises,
A quiet cry that the heart recognizes.
The love I seek, now lost in the wind,
A lament for the life I cannot begin.
I cannot blacklist the name of my Creator,
For He’s the reason I breathe, my life’s curator.
Returning to bed, with dreams left unspun,
A day without you feels like a race never run.
The echoes of your absence, a lament so clear,
Resonating deeply, the one I hold dear.
A lament that flows, unstoppable, strong,
A reminder of the love that once felt so long.
Too early you left, before I could grow,
Missing the guidance you were meant to show.
A lament for the moments we never shared,
A lament for the love we thought was paired.
To cheer me on, to fight through the strife,
Your spirit lingers, yet I miss your life.
It tears at my heart, the words left unsaid,
Yearning for the comfort of the love we once bred.
I’m not mad at you; I know it was fate,
To leave so soon, to meet heaven’s gate.
But in every struggle, in every tear shed,
I carry your love, it’s my heart that you’ve fed.
So here I stand, with memories in hand,
Finding my way through this uncertain land.
In the depths of my sorrow, your light still shines,
A bond unbroken, transcending all times.
Though the world may forget, I’ll hold you so dear,
Even though I know you not,
In the whispers of night, your voice I still hear.
Life is one of a kind, a journey we tread,
With love as my compass, I’ll honor the dead.
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