Shades Poem by Adeosun Olamide

He believes we are all in the shade,
That some at the edge in denial,
Reach into or for nothingness,
He says, reaching is all, to lure drifting hades, reach.

He says we are in the most pronounced places,
Where some, blind, see not, not even the darkness.
They; dead, are numb to the unfeeling
And know naught, not the heaven in an overwhelming coldness

And when the shade goes, and the coldness is lost,
He says we are left empty, floating or suffocating in this skin dressed...
And must wait till it comes again or go into dimness, searching for coldness,
Or tear, rending this dress into shreds, so the fragments can exhale.

He says the cold is what there is to have lived,
And to exhale, all that is, to resurrect
And they, denialists, never live, merely dies.
We stay, the shade; in pronounced places, rusting.