Posted in ATTEMPTED POETRY, THEY SAY IT BETTER

BEAUTIFUL SOULS (On my sick bed in August 2016)

by Okoroafor Chinonso

soul leaving the body
source: enchantedmind.com

I have seen them
Pure sweet souls
They live on the distant hills
In the old house by the glittering river
Where time stands still
They are the beautiful souls.

Like the cold harmattan wind at night.
They wriggle through life’s window
Leaving you clutched to your body
By the awe of their simplicity.
Subtly etching words on your unlistening heart,with every passing day
They are the beautiful souls.

Fate took its course
And like the feel of ether to touch they vanish
The words they etched now clearer
Like the engraving on an epitaph, they constantly remind you of those beautiful words you allowed linger between your lips.
They are the beautiful souls

But beautiful souls go nowhere
They lurk around somewhere behind our heavy hearts,
In memories we unlock.
Bringing tears to our eyes, and smile on our lips
They smile back
Because theirs are the souls where beauty live
They are the beautiful souls

P.S Chinonso’s previous poem can be found here

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