Written By: Abuoya Eruot
i want to vacate earth without experiencing death
each friday sermon,
i yearn for a place that’s not even safe for god
in plain language,
my depression makes me tiptoe/
jump out of my body into heaven/ for a dire aid
but the atmosphere spins at an unprecedented
degree/ & an angry sun melts down my prayers
i possess all it takes to erect smiles on an orphan’s
a mother/ a father/ two loved ones & a lover;
yet i am still a virgin to the fragrance & taste
Abuoya Eruot writes from Paynesville, Liberia. He’s a budding poet and a worshipper of music, who gathers muse from personal experiences, happenings in society, and nature.
Photo Credit: David Mceachan, Pexels.com
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Award-winning poet, Ilya Kaminsky, describes it as a “stunning, memorable book”!
You had your voice,
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Creativity and simplicity cohabiting in one literary piece, quite a rarity these days!
We loved this story, @ewoe_nam
We still do 👏🏾👏🏾
I am happy to announce that my story has found a home with @eboquills🥳 https://eboquills.com/2021/02/23/brach-and-ara-a-short-story-by-ghanaian-writer-ewoenam-kukah/
Kindly read, comment and share☺️😘.