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By
Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael
Antidote
It comes slowly,
pain travelling the
unknown contours of my body.
I am weak
to the countless tongues of fire
that brand me with
insignia of he who
came, saw and fell into the
quick sands of failure.
So, Omo, sing me a
song rich with the purity
of your voice that’ll go down
in my soul and cool the
raging fire that burns uncontrollably.
Free me from pain
with the silkiness of your
voice;
i am nearly spent.
If tomorrow comes and I
become death in the eyes
of the sky and my lips
fail to break away into
specks of a runaway prayer,
sing for me.
Heal me and watch me
depart from my dark shell
into the sharp rays
of a tomorrow that find its
shape and breathe
in the pool of your voice.
Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael
Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael is currently a undergraduate student of the department of English language and Literature in the University of
Benin, Nigeria. He is a Nigerian poet who believes in freedom and solitude. He loves being left alone.
I am stunned beyound belief as this is an extremely gripping, exquisite and beautifully written heartbreaking poem; I can hear the mournful cries and feel the anguish that flow as if tears streaming from our faces. This poet is incredibly gifted to bring so much deep sorrow to his work that it humbles me that a human can actually feel so much pain that the words just pour out as if a healing balm.