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Trapped in a body far away from home
arms stretched like a mother longing for her long lost child
rust of iron in the prison of our memories
cradling a song that knew not our names

we were no seers of fortune
without forearming reality emerged
cracked open like a solemnity of palm-nut on stone
and we were forever plucked from the slumber of our un-blemish

thirsty like the scourged tongue of the sea seeking the warmth of drylands
we longed for her touch bustling like sun-warmed terrain
a whisper of history in the spring of yesterday
and now I’m condemned to a fruitless search of your quintessence in many unfamiliar bodies

I miss you like home
but you idle away like sands in the wind
as water slipping between the crests of my palms
so is the fountain of my happiness slowly consumed by clandestine darkness.

Chibuike Kingsley Agbo is a Nigerian writer, poet and entrepreneur. He studied Biochemistry at the University of Nigeria Nsukka.  Agbo writes from Enugu, Eastern Nigeria and can be found on Twitter @ Ci_K_A.

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