Prayer To The Lost Coins

 

This day, i brick heaven to my lips 

like a lover first kiss

I stir my sanity to delicacies of lack 

like the aroma of my home

I letter incense of my pains to the

moonlight

I squeeze my hope in the palm of God 

holding to memories of lost heroes 

like a soldier's oath to battlefield.

Today, I pledge in vocals of graveyard 

buried in my mind 

my lips_ a image of massacred visions

my teeth_battalion seedlings of silenced 

voice, my tongue_a battlefield 

of restoring hope.

Today, I colour my prayer 

in hues of heaven. Maybe an angel 

would bait the fallen skies

Or write alphabets of draught 

in antonyms of my country name.

Today, I pray to mornings

engulfed in deprived dews

Deprivation_ the currency of my home.

I buy myself a rosary bead

i count in ruins, I count buried dreams

_every count is a prayer for dreams 

homed in grave. every ruin, every pellet

is my country_ a prayer i kneel to my fingertips.

About The Author

Adepoju Timileyin O. Juste Ink (He/him) writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. He/him is a writer, lover of nature, art and particularly classical or trap song. He is either brooding, reading, or writing poem. He also look forward to connecting and building world with poetry. He/him has publication with Synchronised Chaos, Iceblink Lit Mag, Cloudscent Journal, Pawners Paper Magazine. He can be connected :- Facebook @ Adepoju Timileyin Opeyemi, Instagram @ Juste_Ink.