Spoken Word
This month’s anthology is titled Blank. Have a good read.
Dark clouds in a world of emptiness
Void of emotions
Faint voices like loud echoes
And a struggle to be heard in the dark
Blank.
Chinaza Okafor
Spaciousness within vagueness without
Brows undefined as much as emotionally confused
Worry or glory; remember it’s all written all over my face, what do you see?
Oh! Theophilus, with everything my eyes can behold
All I still see is still blank.
Rotimi Adekunle (ARA)
I stare at the transparent skies
I see through the emptiness in the air
My soul penetrates the vague clouds
All is devoid of life
All is blank.
Victor Onyekonwea
Emptiness, barrenness, you name it
All I know right now is that I feel blank
A black blank boy that knows so much yet still lacks
I can feel the presence of absence in all 5 senses
Feel, taste, touch, seeing and hearing are all useless in essence… blank.
Tantolorun Omotayo (TNT)
I feel a vacuum
I just can’t explain it
I feel something is missing
I need to get something done
Yet, I don’t know because everything looks blank.
Ibiremilekun Ibikunle (ROAI)
Dashed into the wind as my consciousness went into oblivion
Slowly, it faded
All that was formed was nothing formed that was formed
While I slept I heard the echoes of silence basking the numbness
It was as silent as the graveyard, miles away than my mind could perceive reality.
Busayo Adegbulugbe
All I hear is drip drop every drop
I lost sight of where I was off to
Blank, I sat and looked on, no remorse, no regrets
Sympathy not taken, empathy not given
All I see is blank.
Anonymous
There I was in the world of my own
Completely void of the things I loved
Thoughts came to my mind, making me paranoid.
Nothing of joy to think of, my mind was blank
Then I met the Lord, in the ocean of His love I sank.
Bolutife Adeyemi-Ositelu
I laid low and so quiet on bed
Eyes shut, breath ceased, brain drained
An external force perpetuating my psyche
In a jiffy, I saw my being staring in external darkness
Struggling for breath and escape for life.
Victor Peter
My heart and mind is cold
Maybe from the breeze blowing past my skin, maybe not
My mind is so dark of emotions; my ears are filled with silence
Dead feelings, stone cold
Really, why so blank.
Korede Olorunfemi
I am blank, my mind is undecided
I am running so fast
Trying to see if being blank makes me find myself
And yes it can
Sometimes doing nothing, thinking nothing can keep my peace.
Peace