24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Christopher Ekuafeh (also known as Chris.Klay) is a visual artist and story teller He is a poet, (unpublished) author, and spoken wor/rap artist. He thrives in a creative environment
Peek-a-boo
Oh yes…I see you too.
Even though you know my name, but hey…
Boo is cool too.
Roses are red violets are blue
These words will ever remain true
So I tried to find a rhyme for the word beautiful
I don’t know, somehow I always ended up with you.
Drip. Drip.. Drip…
I must’ve left it open: the faucet.
Awake, yet asleep. Must be my mind-set
Immersed in water, still not any cleaner.
From the drips emerge a flood, wave of emotions clouds my mindset
Maybe because I’m soaked, I guess.
Drip. Drip.. Drip…
I hear it clearly
I’m nobody, but I’m everywhere
Anybody home? Ahoy there!!!
Still no response. Now reality births fear.
My words flutter weightless through the air.
Still, I refuse to fret.
Drip. Drip.. Drip…
I should turn that darn tap off
but…that was 2 hours ago.
I’m in a body of water
Aching, wading through a mist of uncertainty.
Craving for a state of ingenuity
Yet, still not wet enough.
Could this be just water?