Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh lives and writes in Nigeria.
What I Do When the Train of Thought Stops
By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh
By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh
I don’t always escape
The water-walls of my past—
Narrow, spooky alleyways.
My mind wanders off and back,
I hear the squeaking of doors,
The flapping of wings, splashes.
I see my mistakes and more than it
And scattered petals of lessons, too.
I sometimes linger
Under the dim streetlight—
A journey to the past
Nausea, nostalgia, deja vu.
But I have learned that
When that train of thought stops
To just dab the tears, sigh,
And move on.
Wider pavements awaits.
And more flowers, more beauty.
Hope.
Thanks for sharing this poem!
I enjoy having exposure to poetry on other continents. Thanks.
Clear, clean words beautifully intertwined with a
haunting message of hope.
Well done .