Brave In The Grave Poem, by Pacifique Niyitanga, at My poetic side

Morning was fading

My heart bleeding

Soul burning

Head aching ‎

Eyes crying

Looked around, but he was not around

Denied until I saw him lying on the ground

Waited for another round but got no bell sound

After figuring it out, I cried, but not loud

They told me, I have to be strong

But it could not be for so long

And thought they were wrong

Another day came

I was tough like a bone

Fear and tears, all were gone

"Hero is gone,

We'll always remember his work done,

And finish all he left undone,

The man we loved, now is in the grave alone,

But we all take it as our way home," they said.

With the flowers everywhere, they sung a farewell song

‎After all, everyone got back home

Now here I am, many days passed

Building a house you left with basement

And proving all you left in proverbs,

I know you are there, warm and safe

Sleep well brave,

Guess I'll be with you, in another life.

Comments +

Doggerel Dave January 31st, 2021 19:36
Some of the fine detail re the circumstances a little difficult to understand by me because, I assume, I’m from different background and experience; but the overall tribute to your father clear for all to see. Very much enjoyed the poem’s structure, NP.
Goldfinch60 February 1st, 2021 02:00
Great tribute to your father.

Andy
L. B. Mek February 1st, 2021 06:56
wonderfully measured, bridging:
reality's now with a future imagined,
pain and suffering, with empowerment,
and introspection mined self-belief: from that seemingly bleak of all-thigs menacing, within our lives..
a good write,

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