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 Writer’s Biography
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.
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Jane
2/6/2022 02:28:53 pm
Nice one..
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Loveth
3/6/2022 12:45:37 pm
Great one, Modester.
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Rita
3/6/2022 08:49:43 pm
This is wonderful
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Jide
3/6/2022 09:44:46 pm
Keep up the good work the Lord is ur strength
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Zainab
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!
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Esthere
15/6/2022 07:04:04 am
Ahn ahn! Modester!
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Promise
19/6/2022 01:34:24 pm
Great write up.
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Olamide Ojediran
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❤
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23/6/2022 05:43:42 am
' spill me like a gin unto the Earth'
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