On These Days...
These days when
I shrink like a star
under the confluence
of nothingness.
These days, looming
and empty.
My hungry eyes
munching on the
stargazers of orders
without my reach.
On these days....
The coldest thoughts
warm up the embers
of my solitude.
A cappuccino of dreams
drunken by frothy smells
of expectations.
On these days....
People are trees
bending themselves
to the dance of the wind.
I'm the windy zephyr
the airy monument
of the celestial schema.
On these days,
I wish I made the calendar.
I would put a reminder
of my favorite memories
to keep me going.
© Onwuzuruike Chidera