Calvin Okwalinga Poems

I hear the echoes
the sound of the darkness speaking
the clarity in my senses paint a story that only makes vivid sense to me
whispers in the wind, singing a lullaby with a tune of what should have been
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I prefer that one corner,
that little quiet corner:
as a crowd of thoughts bulge
thudding against the walls of my cranium;
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Speechless is my stare
for words could not define.
all I have is a glimpse of that flare
a story behind my mind
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