POETRY: Death, Soliloquies and a Hangover

I’m trying to clear my high too.
I’m lying upside down
in something that feels like your bed
and conversing with you
in my head.

I’m shoving water down my throat.
I want to drown away
all the ten thousand words
that I’m too timid to say.
I’m tired.
Will you take me home with you?

Some nights, you’re my only friend,
my favourite song.
But I can’t keep up
and I can’t sing along.
And some nights I sink
in the abyss of your eyes,
Choking,
you’re killing me.

Death is not for souls like yours.
They couldn’t shut you down
if they tried.
You’re a volcano, much too wild.

It’d be a shame
if the world didn’t know your name.
I’d want to see the marks you’d leave
since you were Picasso to me.
You’ll always be all that you are
and more.
So as you go on this journey,
I hope you find all you’re looking for.

I hope your light never dies.
I don’t know what I’d do
if all your dreams never came true,
and time forgot your face.

It’s okay though.
I think you’ll do good.
I’m high and I love you
and I don’t know what to do.

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Nosazemerie Abu

AKA The Ink magician. I’m Superwoman and chocolate is my kryptonite.