To vanish is not to not be in existence.
It is simply the state of not being,
like the kiss of the morning’s first dew drop
or the wink of the evening’s last ray of light,
it is simply to not be.
To vanish is not to not be found anywhere.
It is plainly to be everywhere,
like the thankful covering of darkness when it is night
and the impertinent nakedness of every day,
it is plainly to not be seen.
To vanish is not to not be easily distinguished.
It is merely the instinct to not be named,
for what is not named cannot be known
and what is not known cannot be harmed,
it is merely indistinguishable.
To vanish is not to not be someone.
It is purely to exist and not live,
as the continuously resounding echo of the cry
of the last member of an endangered species,
it is purely to be me.
#TheMaestro
About the Author: Born in Lagos, Nigeria. Ezechimerem Ohaegbulam is a Microbiologist, writer, poet, graphic designer and budding guitarist.He loves beans and plantain and has an addiction to Pepsi and Coca-Cola.He writes poetry and prose as The Maestro and L.E.O. Masters respectively.He currently resides in Accra, Ghana.
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You know how you dont want to rush the read…yet your eyes flutter quickly through the pages…taking it all in at once. For you know that in ending, you are set free to begin again.
Beautiful. Piece. Nicely written
This is absolutely wonderful
Beautiful
Indeed to vanish is not to die but to live
The imagery here is astounding. The language is beautiful, The flow is seamless. This is sound writing.
I need to read this again. The negatives whirl before my eyes.