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"Splitting times with my hands" by Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi

I


I think the rooms in my books were amusing moments

after I rang it to their ears that there is still a sea

of words to stack to the available few spaces. I never

fed it's hyena's belly about when I got sick, few months

ago that always appear like I was just divorced from

the beds that hosted me some few days after I chased

life till death made a wink at me. I hung unto my neck

what was dragged unto me, neglecting the joy in each day to

pace along with time. My bright soul was the opposite of

my log of a body, dead and boring couldn't fathom it

anymore, I see it needed to get it freedom believing

soaring for just a time to the skies is better than

treading the path of my body that still lay in the pond of the dark.

II


I couldn't discern the dream, feeling I was in my pool

of my slumber or blindfold that sheathed my eyes till

a day, two, and three later when I couldn't carry my legs

to call on the doctors for help. I could see my soul looming

above my head as my armature body was moved around on a

chair fixed on wheels. I was awakened by the fourth pierce

of the needle fixed into my pale skin, I felt in me after hours

of seeing it retire, the beautiful sunset with my eyes

immersed in waters compounded by its lids, it perceives

like I'm seeing the last of this red view, for the final time.


III


Each night I expended with moments then, accounts for 2020 days

and more of my ex boring existence, I never believed I labeled

best in the past diaries of my life. A pull to the future, I

couldn't help but snip your tense line of rules alongside mine

I already tore as I fell myself trapped by the walls of bliss,

now and then, A decade and more. I find it amusing to see

myself in an earth made of y'all peak, shattering heap streak

of yours, again, again and again, till I can't await the sun

dawn on tomorrow, to demolish the records I carved

with my own hands, from my past, for myself, again and again.




Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi is a Nigerian-based writer, poet, orator, and veterinary student University of Ibadan. He has been trying to pursue his passion for writing by writing multiple genres. He resides presently in Ibadan, Nigeria where He enjoys reading and writing indoors. He has his works published in magazines and issues outside Nigeria.

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