My Moriam Poem by Adeosun Olamide

My Moriam



Moriam, my Moriam
They say someday you'll be vengeful
An evil we let
Moriam, my Moriam
They say kill you now-
A world won't have you
You were ugly they say
Moriam, My Moriam
It wasn't their fault
They were blind
And true just so well
That you were different
And unique is demanding
-I wept darling Moriam
You were my beautiful one
When first saw you
The beam lit those chins
As held you
The giggle gave
Moriam, My Moriam
A wonder you were
That world came jealous
And nurse's disgust gave
Was big eyes truly
That sparkled on
And a big abdomen
Swelled of niceness
Your skin of rainbows
All lit my heart
And leapt a tear
For a blind world-
Moriam, My Moriam
It was well
And no bother
Through the mends
And the meds
That left you hairless
And more beautiful
Your cranium did form
Rare was fine, told me so
As caress my hearts on
When hairless like you choose
But the world was knocking
Calling Moriam, my Moriam
You was a scene
As saunter thro corridors a school
The other kids took startled
-You gripped my hands
And catch disgust in those faces
That gazed on Moriam, My Moriam
They won't have you there
At their coterie of dark
But Moriam, My Moriam
My hands quick tend
And found you playthings
Dolls you knew well
But soon, you tire from
And beck to world one more now
You made you a mask
Was better, you spoke
Moriam, My Moriam
How much I wept
How well you soothe forth me-
As a decade shed
You was me
Until a weariness knew my heart
The toxic in my blood
Was bent on splitting us
Moriam, My Moriam
I had to go
You'd be fine, you whispered
As I left you in the world
But Moriam, my Moriam
I didn't your feelings tame
They sprouted and pierced you deep
You fell a love
With a boy who couldn't love
Would have told you
To hid it in deep
And not world let know
Moriam, My Moriam
He called you fat and piggy, I heard
Like a monster, he tainted you
This one, you loved
My Moriam, you stopped to eat
As the days slowly passed
And wanted be just like them
They were jesters, bad- should know
Moriam, My Moriam
How wish you so?
Indoors had for days
And one morning, Moriam
Oh my Moriam, hung by ceiling

Tuesday, February 24, 2015
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