Written by Olamide Ayoade
the moon sheds its skin // on my face // like a snake sheds its scale //
upon the face of the earth // & now that my eyes are clear // I crawl
out of my old skin // searching for a home within me // what I found
in me are hymns of dirges // unwritten dirges waiting to be chorused
to heaven // I keep searching for an exit door // in the echo of my
grieving voice // this body is a graveyard // of bones muttering extinction //
of things better left unsaid // this body is a semblance of fire // a paradise of
silent flames // this body wears sorrow // & replaces the sky with a puff of
grief // this body keeps writing the night // & tries to resonate every star
signs with sun rays // they say depression knows no bounds // & pain keeps
breaking heaven // to build another heaven // nights now paints emptiness in
my bones // every line you see is a befitting scar // of depressed memories //
escaping through the tunnel of a bleeding nib // every night // I clap & my
shadow begins to sing praises // it eulogizes my grief & brace bruises on my
lips // this is to say // my body is a cauldron of burnt offerings // of braising
sores // replacing the clouds // with spreading smokes of nightmares //
replacing the church with an incense of despair
1 Comment
This is such a lamentation in itself, creating the mood it requires for perfect communication of its yearnings. I can somehow get out explanations from every beat, and find beauty in the contrasts. I love this poem. Thank you for sharing.