Poetry Trauma

Secret figment by Daniel Ajayi

     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.