By Kobe Eru Godwin
Besides still waters I lay
Quiet, Calm like the silence of the lamb
With broken words and a rusty crucifix I pray
Cold breaths expel, break the gathering of air
On the edge of pain and desire
Shadows lost in the dark, mind so unclear
My thoughts run so deep, like scars of a runaway slave
The safest place I dwell, my heart
A lonely poet, incarcerated, chapters of wisdom, a place time forgot
Fragment of scriptures, the writings on my wall
Images of my me, faint traces, mild and bold sketches
The genesis of my all
No footsteps on the ground, no sound to follow
No fire flies to guide my path
The Sun far asleep, the Moon, not close to borrow
With the colours of the night, my past I paint
A facet of lost times, late in September
In memories of nobody
It is you I remember
