Our body is a broken city
Inside a broken city
The way a city burns & break,
Grief and hunger have broken & beaten us
A house burns,
You put the fire out.
But when the whole street is on fire,
How do you quench the thirst of flames
Even if I leave home,
The stench of my fallen home cannot
Leave my memories where they are written
Home has my umbilical cord.
Inside This Body
Inside this body
I carry as light
Darkness is eating me up inside out.
My case is the reverse
At the sight of darkness
This light flees
Breaks down & becomes something
Without its own shape
About The Author: Ayiyi Joel is a teenage budding poet from Edo state in Nigeria.
Can be reached on Facebook @ayiyi joel
Photo by Vasilina Sirotina on Unsplash
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