ALONE/ POEM BY Adepoju Timileyin Opeyemi

ALONE

Ibadan.January 16, 2024.

i
 My father is the explosion 
the flame sings gory
& I —the smoke, raid the misfortunes.
Grieving taught me its language.
My mother too, cried
& my body became a slate 
inked in wreckage.

ii
 Once father' memories
clogs identity & sieve
into my body, I became an ambient
I sing silence
to corners.
Like a widow 
with garments of loss
I dance to elegies 
To whispers, 
to echoes in hollows.

iii
 I'm a figment 
burnt to its course
Like a pathway in flowering elegy,
this land knows only dearth —void of greens.

Adepoju Timileyin Opeyemi Juste Ink writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. He is a fashion designer & a budding page-stage poet whose writing focuses on hope and existentialism.He has publications on Synchronized Chaos, Iceblink Lit Mag, Cloudscent Journal, Pawners Paper Magazine, Arkore Arts, World Voice Magazine. He can be connected via Facebook @ Adepoju Timileyin Opeyemi, Instagram @ Juste_Ink, X [Twitter] Timmy_Couture