Of secrets; Of sorrows; Of Prayers

Of secrets; Of sorrows; Of Prayers

written by: Amarachi Igbokwe

Crisp;
Your phantom on my cortex,
Spinning inexorable webs,
as it promenades along the shores of my mind.

Acrid;
Your name on my tongue,
Dripping scorn down my gut,
As I beseech shooting stars to make you mine

My silence is a prison,
Confining my desires,
while I cling desperately to reveries of you,
Knowing I can never have you.

Let’s play pretend
Your hands on mine
Our bodies entwined
Gazing into each other’s eyes
Like we’ve been struck with cupid’s arrow.

Oh! If only wishes were horses,
this heart of mine would be free from sorrow’s curses.
Oh! if only this burning passion in my soul was quelled
I’d be spared the fate of ashes felled.

I will find a place
Where your shadow does not abide,
Where your scent lays beneath sepulchres,
Where your memories are muted
And my clandestine affection for you dissipates with the wind.

My unspoken fantasies have been exposed
As I lay here, far from repose.

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Amarachi Igbokwe

Igbokwe Amarachi is a Nigerian medical student who has a passion for writing. She writes evocatively in genres such as poetry, fiction and nonfiction. In her writing, she weaves together her Nigerian heritage and her experiences to create stories that are both compelling and thought-provoking. She is not afraid to tackle difficult or controversial topics, and her work often challenges readers to question their own assumptions and beliefs. While many of her stories are set in Nigeria, she also explores universal themes that resonate with readers from all backgrounds. Through her words, she invites readers to explore different cultures, to learn from the experiences of others, and to gain a new perspective on the world around them.

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