Don't be
left out
in the dark
for it is
a terrible place
of the dead.
It is
a dark pit,
desolate and
empty lonely
prison.
No one will
ever come for
your rescue.
A forgotten island
meant for the
walking dead.
Come out quickly
from amongst them.
Let the light
of love however
faint or small
shine beautifully
into the tunnel
of your heart,
it will make
a difference.
Untie yourself from
their ******* and
refuse to be
the sinner they
always wanted
you to be.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

crawling around
my head

feels fuzzy
feels familiar

I held a pen
when I was twelve
and I never let it go

burned off
half my soul

I don't know who I am
no one knows me


I feel it
breathing
running inside
my mind

never goes away
in my sleep
in my conversations
spaced out

feels like a spiral

just like the day I found it
I can't separate
I can't forget

today I didn't love myself
and today I gave up

i bought us two tickets,
underneath the stars,
our plateau in the distance,
fly the wind with me.

i block the sound of crickets,
muffle right ears with my palms,
alone we bare resemblance,
together we hear calm.

i like to feel your exhale,
warming like summer fog,
let's hike from here to mecca,
have faith in our song.

voyage is illusion,
cannot separate free,
beauty is our fusion,
to air our symphony.