Joel Audu
Breezing fan
Suffocating thoughts
The night is here
But sleep far there
Paperwork assignment
Like this piece
Is it a true work?
Enshrouded in many contemplations
Inappropriate title?
Give me one!
Ah! These from one head so bloated with-
How ‘ill I make it?
Within four walls
Devoid of illumination
Yet dreams so visible
For I see through
This thick smoke
You may say
I don dey craze!
You lie all una!
Millions plenty like me
All dreaming with
Eyes wide open
Mouths tightly shut
I think I don’t sleep
Y: Why?
X: simple, why do millions drift from
“Coke” to “Pure water” in sachet
To quench thirst?
No need for answers!
I think I don’t sleep….