Do not shed false tears at my death,
do away with your solemnity of hypocrisy.
I came as a lonely stranger to unfamiliar terrains
draped in unbridled innocence.
This body, this spirit, won’t agonize
as my curtains are drawn in this transient life.
Do not immerse my poetic life with incendiary feelings
of grief and sorrow.
This booktiful life will not be gift-wrapped
in the colourations of Anguish: Black.
The tapestry of my life was black and blue,
a tumbled shrub and a rising ocean who rose above the tides
and embraced the vicissitudes without wavering.
I died to failures and my life’s circumference would not yield
I took a punt at life with gratitude
and will embrace death in the knowledge
that writers are immortal; they leave, but live for all seasons.
©️ Tolu’ A. Akinyemi