I Died Yesterday

Boygene Borice

When you stood before me,
Shining like the new moon,
And shouted to me “NO!”
I lost myself,
Coz I never knew,
That excess brightness is a needle to the eye.

I still recall your architecture,
How curved it was,
Like a new born baby,
So innocent to the eyes,
And kind to the lust of the soul,
But soar to the heart.

I reminisce the way you,
Curved your fingers into a fist,
As if to defend an attacked slave,
When I said, “I need you”
Thinking it would pleasure you,
But I saw the thunder in you.

I got so feeble in my joints,
When you shouted at me,
With a voice like a hungry lion,
“You worthless Idiot, you are not my type,
I will rather mate a slave in Caribbean Island”
“Or die single! But not you.”

I am already no more,
My soul is now tormenting in hell,
I thought I will escape the trap of sin,
But your rejection forced me,
To throw my body to the sharks,
I was so frail to hold unto the solicitude.