Shivers run down my spine like fingers on a dead winter’s night,
My lips frozen, skin shut tight like epileptic teeth-
Words buried, unspoken,
“Its zero degrees in here
Or am I just dreaming?
The sun is still overhead,
Why am I freezing?”
Feet can’t move,
Heart stops beating.
I watch a part of me leave.
My soul weeps at the loss of a memory.
No one in sight, empty plains,
Tears no one can wipe away stream down my soaking cheeks;
My screams are mere whispers, no more than soundless echoes,
Whispers no one can hear,
“I reach out but can’t feel a thing.”
My enemy, stuck like a brother,
The ghost keeps me awake at night, blanket to my chin,
Too frightened to fight-
I know that word only too familiarly,
A well of torment well unleashed.
Flowing in its torrents, swiftly running currents,
I float along, log of body wood-
“I lost me in you.”
Mfon Etuk, 2015
6 thoughts on “The Losing”
Alright I finished reading this and I noticed I lost me in you too…
Keep it up dear! More grace to your elbow & fingers
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Lol. Amen! 😀
Keep being the strong u dea, I’m sure you lost the better to get the best -I’m a witness! Just open ur eyes to what is in front of you! You are loved
Thank you for your support and love sis! God bless you.
nice work dear
Thank God dear 😀