ghost writer| poetry by Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael.

ghost writer

peculiar feeling
stirs up
redundant fingers;
blank mind
becomes a pool
of priceless
tales waiting
to be drawn
and fed to the world.
sometimes,
i am empty
carrying
myself with the grace of
a barrel of echoes.
other times,
i am a river
pouring out
the mouth of
a pen;
black or blue,
today,
i am waiting
for the forces
from the
butt of a cigar
burning
like energy
dying just like
how i die
and a carbon copy
births perfection
from helpful
silhouettes.
.
Akuchie Ifeanyi Michael.
Department of English language and Literature.
University of Benin, Benin City.

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