Wretched Things Poem by Adeosun Olamide

From the noises, you turned
And dwelt in a well of silence
Your feet, as though feeling earth's heart,
Gently walked this yard,
Here, there, alone, muttering to yourself,
Gesturing at the stars,
Touching the walls, as though it could feel

I remained in the reign of a distance,
A similar, a friend, in a haven of darkness,
But the casement of your soul widened
That it sneaked and remained in my gaze,
And through the casement of your soul,
I saw a library trimmed, of blank pages
Then a frozen brook, a gone fire, ashes

The ash, it lured me from the dark abode
Awaking the desires of a child I was
A child that loved a blaze but in its beam, burnt,
And her ashes settling upon a darkness,
A veil, that enshrouds the spoilt,
Rises towards a like, enthralled by a breeze
A breeze whose rhythm echoed familiar

The ashes, they fell in a cradle,
In the coldness there is, upon a form
But in the form was a door to a bottomless,
That shut once my gaze pulled in,
In, to the haven of darkness I here slept,
But we in abode of darkness seldom dream
For the pictures of darknesses often scourging, expels us

From the noises, you turned
And dwelt in a well of silence,
At ease, in your cradle as often were,
Heedless of the smile, touch, I held from,
Or of the rocking, soothing your likes yearned
Here, alone, you reached and held to the void
And did as though it could feel

I returned to the reign of a distance,
To be had by the darkness from which expelled
But I remained in the shadow, bare
Holding your feet, that must gently walk the yard
Holding your presence, as repulsing the darkness
Hearing the noise of your breathe, upon my longing
And you a curse to my vision, grew

Touching the walls, as though it could feel,
It lured me, the peace at your surface
I came, abandoning my wait in the shadows
Wandering through, searching for it,
And you a lamp, warmth, your flames
Caused a gleam upon the emptiness,
That into my longings, you were door

I held now to you,
But from the noises you turned
And an embrace, was strange, suffocating
And when I whispered, it was though I screamed,
And gently you walked from,
To the walls you could feel,
To the stars you could hear

And though I hurried, drawing curtains
Casting you upon the companions reign
That surge you over,
And drown you in your cradle to be reborn,
You stumbled, and your soul too
For from the companion of the boys,
You shut yourself and exit their knowledge

A traveller became your burden,
And for the amusement of the declining,
You wore folly and danced,
To soothe the scarred, you damaged your ears
Bringing the mocked a companion,
And when you saw me, you saw a blind,
Begging for your chains and bricks for the walls

You ran into the cradle I long loathe
But fell into the emptiness, the darkness,
Becoming my sought vision
And here in the haven of darkness,
Within the blended core,
You gently stroll upon my heart,
There, gesturing at my eyes, touching me