WE BURY OUR FEARS INTO PRAYERS
After Abioye Samuel
"...We let out our greif and say
them through prayers..."
- Abioye Samuel.
I can remember vividly how
solitude smells
like my grandfather's passion
for sticks
& i wonder why death doesn't come
for my body, because I
know too much
but when the table of
grief turns to me
i kneel beside my grandmother's body
& pray into perfection
maybe then my body
will come alive again, and
again, because staying
beautiful is a posture of survival
& my room doesn't inspires love poems
because my grandmother
died as a virgin
on an island close to the
peak of a troubled city
painted with indifferent colours of demons.
there, silence is a damsel
in disguise
but flowers doesn't
grow in my room
so don't ask me how love looks like
when my body is made
of loneliness.
#princejoe
#poetryislife
After Abioye Samuel
"...We let out our greif and say
them through prayers..."
- Abioye Samuel.
I can remember vividly how
solitude smells
like my grandfather's passion
for sticks
& i wonder why death doesn't come
for my body, because I
know too much
but when the table of
grief turns to me
i kneel beside my grandmother's body
& pray into perfection
maybe then my body
will come alive again, and
again, because staying
beautiful is a posture of survival
& my room doesn't inspires love poems
because my grandmother
died as a virgin
on an island close to the
peak of a troubled city
painted with indifferent colours of demons.
there, silence is a damsel
in disguise
but flowers doesn't
grow in my room
so don't ask me how love looks like
when my body is made
of loneliness.
#princejoe
#poetryislife
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