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THEY STILL LINGER AROUND ME
they still linger around me, fragments of broken voice –
those that pitch tent of silence on shores of broken dreams.
i fold myself on candles and drag my fears to war
but my shadow still taunts me and plays familiar voice.
i see a lover chew pain at the corridor of my heart –
this odour is a fragrance I carry on my skin.
my ears shiver and tremble listening to marriage vows,
they all sound like promises that ended with goodbyes.
each time I hear my pastor making an altar call,
i feel a strange insomnia grip me with utter shock.
my mum tags me a sinner on days I grab a beer,
emptying each cup with silence on contours of my skin.
i sew my thoughts like fabric and wear it on my head
and drown my feet in oceans of vows that became tears –
this place only reminds me of portraits I have burnt
and how I fold their ashes into kites that can’t fly.
still they linger around me, fragments of broken voice –
those that pitch tent of silence on shores of broken dreams.
About the Author
Oyekunle Ifeoluwa Peter is an award-winning Nigerian poet. His poems have been published in Kalahari Review, Aceworld Magazine, Echelon Review, AFAS Review, and elsewhere. He was the winner of Wordiators poetry championship (2018) and a joint winner for PIN Food Poetry Contest (2018). He presently writes from Leeds, United Kingdom.
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