To the grief of self
an odyssey of a mettled body
A stare of the nights Stead fragments suffering
The body of a young boy I who was younger
Brew pang like a stream of fragrant mirth
Mother will say Wade through
sift until there are remnants
and this stub is a gift of remembrance
When your soul is lost to the wind.
Daniel Ajayi is a Nigerian Poet. Daniel probes truth, nature and humanity. He has works appeared on Piker Press, Mixed Mag, Praxis, Failed Haiku, Oddball Magazine, Visual Verse and elsewhere. He reviews for The Blue No and Reads for Palette Magazine. When not writing, he is an Internet Researcher.