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POEM 61: TRAPPED UNDERGROUND


On the surface, he’s beautiful
Glistening in the sunshine,
A touch of sun rays
Luminous and radiant
Perch on his face
He smiles
Like ice-bound crystals
Proving that life’s good
But he’s trapped like the LG
Under a state of a thousand thoughts.

He cannot see beyond his nose

What lies above his brows

As the light fades too fast

That shines on him

So fast he blinks

When he makes to wink

At the beautiful idea

That formed in his head.

Under the surface,

He’s dark and gray.

No light makes it through

Beyond his skin all day

Hot and hard sun beams it rays

But it only knocks off the shadows

Of demons he wrestle

All that glitter and shimmer

From off the smiles he gives her

Are trapped on the surface

No depth. Just roughage.

He could hear steps approach,

Giggles and whispers

He’s sure they’re lovers,

Holding hands singing together.

He could hear the smiles in their voices,

As the sounds pull him down

Deeper into the darkness

Of a path he once trod

With her, his sweetness:

Memories sweet

Moments super swift

But he’s trapped with a picture frame

And her name.

He cannot dip his quill in ink

It is dry and heavy.

He stares blindly

At his own shadow

Staring back at him

Unmoving and motionless

Like the weight of the world

Is laid on his head.

He can hear laughter again; 

The sound of innocence

Warms his heart, 

as the voices fade.

But the pain that takes its place

Uncloth the reminiscence.

He gasp for air with burning lungs

But he cannot breathe

He’s trapped in a cellar

Howling for help, 

but silence takes his sound

And gives nothing in return,

Only dreadful silence.

Only eerie silence

Trapped in a blabbing skull.

Though trapped underground

In a bunker of himself,

In his thoughts are stories

Staged in the future

Warm and comforting

Like a duvet embrace.

Crystal beautiful

Like snowcap on mountains.

Luscious and inviting 

Like his lips.

Original and untainted

Like the tale that’s never told


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Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachị is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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