I’ll write you memoir of horror
Then bury it in a dusty haze
As I recount my lifetime as untraceable of its identity
A soul that lost profanity across the dunes of the tropics
Was me, was never me.
I’ll write you of a haven that was a route to paradise
A compassed path engraved at the zenith of the suns reflected shadows
Binding me in exhausted streams of brutal winds
You may find my pen there
As my ink was a spine of the nearest cactus
Disintegrating my mind in twirls of plastics and rusted metals
The Mediterranean was where I would have drew lines of hope
Not in the middle of a sand storm that turned me divine
Idris writes from Northern Nigeria, West Africa, and is currently pursuing a bachelor's degree in Agriculture at the University of Ilorin. He writes poetry and prose and has a keen interest in journalistic writing. Asides from writing, Idris derives pleasure in speaking and just exploring the artistic values embedded in life's animate and inanimate features.