GREY NIGHT
On the pages of the wall
lies a story,
she alone can tell.
papa,
a creepy serpent makes darkness a shield
she a doll for fun
Ana told papa, “A tree does not eat its fruit”
“But
a cook must taste his soup,” papa replied
The night is safer
when a girl is prey to light,
in the hands of darkness
she wrapped herself.
from the naked night comes a predator
to milk her, a juice
with mouth in the belly
a girl is numb to pain.
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QUIET SOUL
Night sings in silence
trees speak of loneliness
journey like suicidal
stars with no light
In the hands of cold,
she flips her wings
launching into night.
In leaves are the eyes of dark
LURKING
a victim.
She a butterfly
in the cage of cold.
Tears like ocean
Voice in millions
Body wrapped in danger
One at a time,
they popped into her
squeezed,
sucked,
roll over.
writing upon her a tale
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Poems © Paul Ojevwe Dididjon
Photo by sankavi on Unsplash (cropped)
Nice one, incredible lines
Hmm… nice lines, especially that of ‘Grey Night’, interesting I most say. Kudos👍
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