Let me go

By

George O. Obikoya

I try, and tire, and die, it’s been so long.

Memories of pain, childhood lingers on.

In time, you’ll forget, what embeds in me.

To leave in vain and die in peace alone, speak.

Between lives once sublime betrayed so over. 

From within, they feel the same, as on they go.

It tells you, how so it hurts, my soul bleeds.

Living again, just so to die, alone, over in awe.

I hold back, no more to spare after all, any left.

It fails still, to look ahead, to memory dreams.

Waned they fly, back to life, again, in pain.

Locked inside, they live, tire, and die, again.

It breathes in me, silently, for so many nights.

The days turn, the years the nights, in change.

To seem one, makes me see, it all I try, still.

My wear my soul laments, drapes to relish.

As, to leave rejoices in pain to tire my shroud.

Time runs static again, to live the child, anew.

It is immortal, to live, to work, tire, and die.

As the child lives on, it matters, little, again.

It cries, in vain, to die to live in all over again.

I wonder what more to give, more, to die, on.

Naive yet ugly the child works, tires, dies, fiat.

I know my fate the child the man turns the child.

The relief though stings, the work, to live, on.

In solitude, pain cries for joy, that life dies again.

To die no more in all, work the child sings, on.

The last lives on, to die once, to leave, again.

My master nods, as I die, again, to live, more.

Pain to gain to wade in life as the child prevails.

My soul says the same, given, my fate out says.

Fair in life it goes, my way seems weird they say.

To nurture in life, the dead from start, insane.

It brings closer to me my soul the whole in all.

So, to know we grope, in me, lost tries to live.

As, then change rules my face, my all, my soul.

As ever, it dies, and lives, in ethereal abyss.

To speak out loud, in all, its melody dies.

We share all we fail to leave lives, as it dies.

So, leave me, my soul to die, not tire to live.

The glitter, the moves, the chimp speak too.

As we move together, in time, my soul to die.

The day we part we live again, my soul gone.

We know we live as one, to die, and live, over.

So, we never die, to live again, as we do, over.

Let me go to tire, die, to live forever again.

With all, as we move as one always in time.

What with life, my soul sings, tells, and dies.

Not long enough you say to tire to die, alone.

Not to live to leave all in my soul still allays.

The hurt you feel speaks in me its joy lives.

To know we share my soul feels of such joy.

Just as all alone we come and go, I cry to live.

With you in my heart you take me my all.

You lament my ways some the shroud reveals.

That tapestry glides through me, all not shine.

My fate rolls into one, with you I sing, again.

As I hide my chiffon on their cherubic faces.

They peer at you too, to see me live, again.

Only to die, so they see me in you once again.

Change and memories thrive in camouflage.

In concert they strive to live, but tire, and die.

Over and over again, they live, tire, so to die.

To say the same thing over that so binds all.

I try, but just as all, am frail and die, done.

At last, this is it, in life, to die for all I love.

It hurts the curtain is still, my soul trapped.

Your pain helps deep inside our tired soul. 

Bones and chimp in chamber say so much.

To know you leave not to die but to live, again.

All who cry now, my soul in peace, with rejoice.

As we know we share the soul for to live, die.

Even as we tire and die, in our soul, we cheer.

So we talk in ways that seem strange to some.

We struggle and fail, in us as in all, once again.

When others tire, we cry, as we do, too, to die.

We all die, to feel the same once more the tears.

Then we cry no more, to value we are the same.

So, we die no more, to live always as one again.  

In this massive soul that pumps fate in us all.

I say let me go now it feels as if the curtain lifts.

In harmony we sing and dance to celestial rhythm.

That feels the same, nothing changes we die to live.

In one another the soul never dies, as it rolls in one.

We die to live again, in all forever in life, as one.

So, let us cry, sing, dance, and celebrate again.

That we die no more I cry and tire not in vain.

But to say here we are again, alive, again.

As one, we forget the pain, the child anew.

Let me go, to live again, as I die no more but live.

My heart love reigns for us all to leave the pain.

Behind in tears and cry as no more as one we fail.

And nurture the soul that we share to live always.

That is the mission my soul desires in fate obliged.

As I die, again to change over and over again.

My soul is one with all, to live, not tire ever again.

So, we sojourn forever as one never to die again.