By Modester Chinonyelum
Spill me like a gin unto the earth
Let my blood leave the ground brown
That is how I bury myself in oblivion
There is a railway running through my heart
A dark train in a tunnel
This shadow is a light leading me through
My body is an unusual temple
Desecrated by blasphemous teeth and tongue
These sins are bracelets on my teeth
I cannot be rid of them
Like a deer I flee from these murderous lions
As these little demons chase their prey
Hurdles of doubts on this path push me down
But my legs outweigh my will to stand
My hands stretch to salvation
There is a fire burning in my soul
Like a drunk staggering home, I give up not
But everywhere pulls me in like a grave
This struggle eats my soul away
Bit by bit, till I'm all crumbs and bones
What a time to be a buffet
Tonight, I dine with my army of mistakes
Yet I would become the gourmet
Modester Chinonyelum is a creative writer from the suburbs of Abakaliki, Ebonyi State, Nigeria.
With her keen interest in creative writing, she contributes to a weekly column at Citizen's Advocate, a local media outlet in Abakaliki. In addition, she led a debate team in her secondary school days and wrote articles for the school press club board. She also served as an Editor for the school magazine where her writings were published.
Since 2018, Modester has created content on lifestyle and societal issues, having learned the fundamentals of Copywriting, serving as an assistant under an expert. She has written over a hundred blog posts for websites.
She is an alumnus of the 2021 SprinNG Writing Fellowship. While she aspires to get published by journals and contribute to more literary platforms, her poems can be found at Mirakee (mercurial), a writing-based social platform.
Her writing career started from childhood as she spent most time reading novels and writing stories.
2/6/2022 02:28:53 pm
3/6/2022 12:45:37 pm
Great one, Modester.
3/6/2022 08:49:43 pm
This is wonderful
3/6/2022 09:44:46 pm
Keep up the good work the Lord is ur strength
13/6/2022 03:44:51 pm
Nice write-up. I love how each imagery describes how doubt eats away at a person, and the constant raging in one's mind. The first three lines leave a resounding thought in my brain. The idea if burying oneself in Oblivion, gives me the though of trying to ignore one's mind, or trying desperately to find peace by being absent, totally wow!
15/6/2022 07:04:04 am
Ahn ahn! Modester!
19/6/2022 01:34:24 pm
Great write up.
20/6/2022 10:03:14 am
This piece is one of the best I've read. The 1st and 2nd lines in the third stanza tells me of times where I would not want to believe in my doubts but they take over my mind with different thoughts. As an overthinker, who kind of doubt most things, this poem speaks to my soul. Thank you Modester, great things await you❤
23/6/2022 05:43:42 am
' spill me like a gin unto the Earth'
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