After War (Man) 3 Poem by Ojok Isaac

Ever since you disappeared
The moon became my friend
The trees became my shelter
And from them I eat

Every night, nature talks to me
The blowing wind whispers
The rivers groan
The sun is just to hot
I think they know you
I think they tell me something
I think you are in danger

I won't be held in this camp
I won't enjoy the safety of a refugee
When my wife, is not near me
I need her
With her, I will feel safe and free