Poetry: This House has Fallen

Since there is no way before
Let me turn back
I am Lot's wife
A known friend betters the unknown enemy
If I would die,
Let me know he that is noble enough to kill me



Let me turn back
To face my treasured possessions
And flowered pack
Let me turn to clear my illusions
That I will see them no more



What the old man sees on seat
The young on the tree cannot
Let me turn back
And be blind
And be dead
To the ruins and rumbles of this fallen house





Nelson Vincent Ayomitunde

2 comments:

  1. Eeya. I read you wrote this for Buchi Emecheta. The house has truly fallen

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  2. Uhn. This is great

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