I Am Dead

I Am Dead elegy

Uploaded by Teitei Stanley


I am Dead!
O wind!
O sky!
I know you have no tears to cry for me,
Believe it; you have a song to sing for me!
Just shake the trees and make them dance.
My life was busy, I had no chance.

I am Alive!
O heaven!
O hell!
I am living,
No! I am only shouting for help!
I say this,
‘Cause I refuse death,
Even though I am seven feet below the earth!

I am Dead!
O sea!
O clouds!
I still see,
O yes! I can still feel your heavy tears on my muddy or loamy grave.
‘Cause no dew to surround my resting place.
I breathe, but it’s not my will to see you grieve.

I am Dead!
O darkness!
O light!!
I know it’s dark in here,
But, tell my family
To light no candle on my grave
Not even on Christmas’ or New Year’s Eve

I am Dead!
O rain!
O Sun!
O the Moon and the stars!!!
Shake the seas and oceans with heavy tides
Strike bolts of lightening across the sky
Voice the trumpet of thunder upon the cosmos,
For before God my sins will never hide!
Know ye milliards of corpses are buried,
But let this be first to shake the four corners of the Earth.

I will rise!!
O soil!
O Earth!!
Yes, I am asleep,
To rise I will,
Like Lazarus after four days before a week!!!!!!!!!!

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Teitei Stanley

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I am Teitei Stanley. I was born into the undeveloped bushy-watery part of Nigeria, to speak the most interesting and self-expressive language called Ijaw (Izon).As i grow I learn to earn knowledge and understanding from all reliable source - from the Bible, from my parents, teachers and some of those who decide to correct me when I am wrong.I love music as a teen, and preoccupied so much of my time listening to a great many genre of music.. I have so many vaulted thoughts which I would divulge in poetry. I just follow no rule in my writing, because I believe we are all poets born to speak our mind in whichever way comprehensible. I think the way I write would set a standard for future generation. So, I freestyle the way I write my poems to gain no coin, but to at least gain AP points.
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