JUDE UMOREN

 Last night I laid in bed with my face gazing at the ceiling. Tears rolled to my ears as only I knew what and how I was feeling But sometimes I wonder what my pillow thinks every night Knowing it supports my head every time yet I still don't end up alright But how can I explain to an inanimate object what letting out is That I convert my pain to liquid and then send them as tears Weeks ago I got on a call with my cousin and he asked for some cash He has always been helpful to me so I felt bad telling him I didn't have Funny enough I had thought of calling him for some financial assistance But he called first and I disappointed him that instant "It's okay brother, soon we'll look back at moments like this and laugh", he said My eye balls got wet to his encouraging words, hopeful yet I cried instead  Today I got a mail from a job I was interviewed months ago to resume in two days Here I lay in bed soaking my pillow again, but I'm sure it understands these ar

 There she walked in, her long brown hair swaying in the midday breeze A beauty to behold, no one could have been prepared for this We've been classmates for years and I've never looked at her this way "Go say hi to her" my friend said, I'm not her type I replied in dismay I usually think that something is wrong with me, like a part of me is broken Maybe that's why whenever I'm around her, I don't seem to be outspoken  But when I think too much about it, I conclude my problem is the fear of rejection  So I would lie to my friends " I don't like this particular girl, I promise to approach the next one" While I sat there questioning how someone's daughter could be so stunning  It's quite unbelievable that I was looking at her direction yet didn't see her coming  "Hey Jude what's up" she said, "I've noticed you stare at me all day" I don't know what came over me when I replied "Nothing, you lo

 The day my twin sister died, her last words were "Stop crying fool!, I'll get better" Yet I stood helplessly beside her body and watched as life left her Loud screams were heard in the ward and my relatives must have cried a river But I didn't cry 'cos she said she was going to get better and I believed her At her burial I kept screaming at the casket "You liar, you promised" And "Please don't let them take you away from me Denise" 'Old people are wise' so I asked my Grandma what it felt like to die  She glanced at me with pity and I could see the tears in her eyes She said "Alive, You are loved as a person and when you die, as a memory" I didn't understand her but now the image she was painting is getting less blurry " Dear Denise , ever since you left, you took a piece of me with you I'm no more strong like I used to be, I can't even bear to say adieu Grandma said you are gone forever and I keep hoping