I Will Write to Heaven Your Story (III)
Three hours later,
Your body became a banquet
The warm soil welcomed you,
And the organisms feasted in silence.
Back home,
Your name faded faster than the smoke from your candle.
They switched the talk—
From your life to sports,
From your death to politics.
They argued about Chelsea and Arsenal,
Spoke passionately of the newly elected president,
And ended it all with the BBC breaking news.
No one mentioned you.
No one noticed your laugh were gone,
No one remembered if you joined in the conversation.
Your nerves no longer sparked like fireworks.
No more thoughts,
No more reflexes—
Only stillness.
Only silence.
But I will write…
Even when they forget,
I will write your story to the heavens.
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Author:
Fumilayo bayo (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How quickly people forget the memories we once had.
- Category: Letter
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Comments3
Such a great representation of a shift in attention and the memory of a special time and person dropped for immediate gratification of another sort. A life of living in the moment and disregard for the past totally self absorbed. Well written
Thank you sorenbarret.
But though,can I ask you a little question.
Another lovely well written write, at how we are totally self absorbed, and barely give the time of day to our past. I really enjoy reading your work, a very talented young writer, thank you
Thanks for reading poetic license
You are very welcome
Yes, we are soon forgotten by the world.
That's why I keep saying, and encouraging depressed people that, they shouldn't take their life, because in as much as they feel ignored by the world while alive, they will be totally forgotten if they're dead.
Suicide is from the pit. It solves no problems, and just causes misery.
But, love covers a multitude of sin.
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