EREMITE POETRY

OLAITAN HUMBLE

Endings

We live in a twilight world…
and there are no friends at dusk.
 —Nolan, 2020
 
It was a fortnight ago
when I set the truth ablaze
on a pyre because I would
rather believe a lie. In a puff
of smoke I ascended
into the night sky before
vanishing into my past
—an exigent fragment of
my musings. I thought a trip
down memory lane would
sunder out the demons raging
in my head; monsters of
my own making whispering
horrid things & whetting my
vicious self. Alas! I was wrong.
Today, I woke up in a future
that affrighted me; a flock
of sheep hunted down
a wolfpack. Xenoglossia--
what I thought was impossible
—soon dawned on me. A brief
sigh of relief restored vigour
to my body & once again,
I watched a heron fly.

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BIO:

Olaitan Humble is an undergraduate of the University of Lagos. He is an aviphile and pacifist who enjoys collecting quotations. He is a staff reader at Bandit Fiction, and poetry editor at The Lumiere Review. A Pushcart Prize nominee, his work appears/forthcoming in Chiron Review, HOBART, Rigorous Magazine, and Luna Luna Magazine, among others. Instagram/Twitter: @olaitanhumble.
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