I am lost in the rain that’ll never fall

on a cloudy day;

I am washed away, fallen, dispersed!

There are things better than falling:

stumbling, fading;

I am conceived only in these memories –

death, sickness.

 

There is a lizard within the walls,

in the veranda of history,

there are stagnant waters too;

forgotten arguments & forgotten names –

I belong to their memory – I am their tasp

 

don’t seek me among the sane –

I am naked, dead, insane;

 

call me only in whispers,

I will not listen

I am lost in the rain that’ll never fall.

 

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Isaac Alesh Melchizedek also known as Isacah O’duah writes poems and short fiction from Ibadan, Nigeria. His works were recently published by Brittle Paper and Tuck Magazine.