She sits out all day in the flood of her tears
Mourning herself and her children
The child you ran a truck over still calls out to me Help!
Each time I tried, he disappears into my shadow
I hear eery sounds of children crying
In a rough melody reciting school rhymes in unison
I hide under the covers but the screams penetrates
When I look in the mirror, they look in my eyes and say “help us”
The medical student who died helping them to live still cuddles me to sleep
She sits out all day in the flood of her tears
Pointing me to a black hole where she lost all
Vampires with guns, bloodsuckers with baits
When I close my eyes, I have an eerie feeling of Déjà vu
I see myself buying and selling with lost souls
Yes! The women and children you bombarded
To saturate their souls with death
What she has endured, she will endure once again
She sits out all day in the flood of her tears
Refusing to be comforted she mourns eternally
Tochukwu Goodnews Njoku hails from Owerri, Imo State, a graduate of History and International studies from Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma, Edo State. A creative writer and a lover of poetry.