By Kobe Eru GodwinBesides still waters I lay Quiet, Calm like the silence of the lambWith broken words and a rusty crucifix I pray Cold breaths expel, break the gathering of air On the edge of pain and desireShadows 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 wallImages of my me, faint traces, mild and bold sketches The genesis of my allNo footsteps on the ground, no sound to follow No fire flies to guide my path The Sun far asleep, the Moon, not close to borrowWith the colours of the night, my past I paintA facet of lost times, late in September In memories of nobody It is you I remember