MY SOLITARY LETTERS




Departure


My mind reeks of dead plots and unsung poetry,

Unsettling imageries, weak symbolisms

And mediocre works of art

Which flicker and fade before my eyes

Like a ball of light running thorough the woods,

Observed from a bemused lens

Before the final click;



But it escapes,

Vowing never to return again.

I still hear those starved voices,

Empty yet sharp

Like Father's sandals on my bare brown back.

Even when I plead, it changes not

For what is gone leaves a shadow,

A silhouette without a presence-

And I am left slamming my elastic palm

Upon my chiseled forehead.



©Samuel Jr.



Samuel Adeyemi (Samuel Jr.) is a poet and a spoken word artist. He currently studies English and Literature at Federal University, Lokoja. A lover of music, sports and art, He hails from Kogi state and resides in Abuja.

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