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There are days when my shadow becomes so heavy on me And I try peeling it off my sweltering skin so desperately There are days when I watch anxiety strike the matchstick on my incendiary mind, dragging down my weightless body Along the murky corridors of memories, inundated with pains As solitude joyfully pours out the gasoline, kindling the fires Until my solace becomes a smothering stack of burnt bones There are days when the coughing clouds spit acid on me When rain comes pouring like prickly pieces of memories And silence becomes a cocoon to recede into while I burn When sunshine feels like mosquito bites on a restless night With all the oxygen in my room smelling like choking fumes While fear jumps in through the windows to loot confidence There are whiles when dusk and dawn seem like identical twins When mornings come feeding my panicky soul with nightmares When nights fetch me insomnias from deep wells of toxic thoughts And litanies like morsels of three-quarter inch gravel in my mouth Keeps me afloat in the puddle of my tears, while befriending hope Which comes carrying me higher and higher like a Helium balloon
FRANKLYN ORODE is a creative writer from Nigeria having a strong bias for poetry and prose. He is a graduate of civil engineering from the University of Benin. Franklyn has been writing poetry since he was a teenager. He regards poetry as a means of finding a path around the vicissitudes of life. Franklyn’s works have appears on Eboquills, SprinNg, Voicesnet, PIN, Hello Poetry and elsewhere. He edited and contributed to the ‘Earth on a Wheelchair’ poetry anthology. He writes from wherever his engineering practice takes him to.
