Her last grief
2 min readBy Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan
She sees with eye so pale
When this Elysian wind burst the child wail,
Brother, brother what would this saturate
That the clouds look gloom and predate.
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The lenses became nearer to the sunshine
But nothingness distill my thought in the moonshine.
She utters a wailing curse
To sit watching the star that was worsen by dying gnats in crust.
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With grief of living bowling round the primrose,
She glided and meet mourning madame Rose.
When the physician of her heart lie dead
She slide around the falling hill to break the hemlock head.
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But woe twist round her waist
While her husband died of a poison from a woman who love waste.
She sees her life fade with the wind
And grow a garland of love to hoard the wince.
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Thus a gloom strike to her mind’s window
And race after the bursting horse in the meadow.
She thinks of her last grief drizzling from heaven
But twas the lust of her own life that the seal was given.
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Riak Marial Riak is a south Sudanese poet, writer actor/director and self-taught philosopher. He can be reached at riakdeng23@gmail.com
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