My lover says
I have lost memory of something spiritual
because i grew too far from God.
my head grows orchard of ashes &
Whenever i come close,
my skin scents unrighteously-
I have lost sight of the supreme being &
My eyes walked into darkness unfriending light.
My mouth tastes unholy
needs to be gargled with the scripture.
In lieu of being narrow,
my legs are becoming wide;
a path to destruction.
She places God on our dinning and we munch him daily;
Adedoyin kayode is an emerging writer of both poems and short stories. He writes to explore pain, love, depression and mental illness. He is a graduate of metallurgical engineering from Yaba College Of Technogy. He is a member of the SPIC family; a whatsapp writing platform and he was also a participant of the just concluded transcedence poetry masterclass facilitated by AremuAdebisi Adams. Watching in sigh-lens is his best way of recording scences.