HUMAN
I write for now and for later
and all the moments in between
for numb walks in the dark
on sad and rocky pedestals
stained with the blood of
the many who have walked before
I write to clothe your naked body
in the shrouds of familiarity
Take away the utter lostness
a hand in the dark, lonely void
subtle sweet voice in the silence
with a promise and assurance— home
I write with the dexterity of the learned
and the uneasy ambivalence of the ignorant
Carving paths with the skill of a man
And the curious ecstasy of a child
threading parts I'm smart enough to be wary of
But silly enough to thread anyways
I write whole and broken, happy or sad
Filled with cravings and urges
stuffing the cracks and crevices on my insides
with a peace and sanity I hope you see too
with a haphazardly drawn sanctity
That I can only pray isn't surreal
I write, on some days, for me
reaching into the depths of my soul
into the dim dim dark dark dreary depths
with the force of my own words and thoughts
making holes in my walls and protective shells
to let in the light that I dreadfully need
I write, on some days, for you
so you can look through these holes in my walls
and take a peep at this little boy inside
His eyes and feet, his hands and head
take a look and see nothing peculiar
In the end we're all, basically, human.
Victory Okoyomoh, pen name - Victory Wrights is an Optometry Student at the University of Benin. A writer, both prose and poetry, his works have been published in some anthologies and other websites. He also run an instagram poetry account - @victory_wrights
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