Him Poem by Oreoluwa Sanni

No words, No sounds
Just him and the ones he created.

Once there was life and meaning in the tones
Instruments and singing.

Now it all just feels repeated.
The things he would have once done for love depleted.

The more he stays
The more he feels the lost bond he tried to make,
recreate,
Find in another.

And as time progressed he lost his self-respect but gained it all at the same time.

Devalued by the value he valued and as things got clearer he felt more like a Machine than man sparking reactions and perhaps contributing to some sort of algorithmic flow.

Intellectually absent but you would think he was present because of the way he wrote.

Eager to detach but attached although wanting to let go.

But he felt like there was still something he was missing and wouldn't find if he did so.