Ebb Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The knell calls back here
To see the cloud bury the dying sun
The windows- weak and feeble
The gentle breeze pushes to a side
And make turn the haggard pages
Of the hymn that peers into the silence
Of nun I see when lids my eyes be shut
Coming in- it takes the life I held
Putting the lamp to a death
Causing the dark to swallow the depth
And the curtain yet possessed-
It draws close
And takes it all from my gaze

The silence now loudest
I lay still, barely hearing the beat of my heart
I lay still, as it falls to my breast
Hearing no further my breathe,
Feeling still my eye blink-
Holding still, the taste of my tears
Feeling- a wounded pulse -reach
Holding its thirst- in my stillness
I see a shadow part from,
And bide my fingers that holds it still
But quick it disappears into the dark
Leaving a void, emptiness in me-
Leaving me frozen, leaving me stiff

The breeze loitering in the dark still
It leaves,
The shadow swirling in its embrace
And of- put the ocean over me
Its weight like the air
And of- to carry the earth ever more
Its weight -a feather