Lonliness

Loneliness

A quiet night it is,                       
Sounds of crickets filled the air,       
The swooshing curtains,              
Cold shivers, as the breeze pierce through my skin.        
In the company of my thoughts,   
Going as quickly as they come, 
Imagination swirling round,        
Couldn't focus on one,          
The feeling of solitude.

        By : Atoyebi. M . Kehinde.

Dark Matters

I woke up in a room,
Foggy,
To the smell of punctured wounds
And burnt hair,
To the smell of dried blood
choking my lungs,
I tasted panic... and also the taste of blood.
Like iron..Yes! it tasted like iron...