Jesse Ojuka

Loneliness is my wife
I woke up beside her on my birthday with tears
Holding on to the pain
Grip 
An acacia tree in an old desert
Shackled in the cages in my mind
My perspective imprisons me in a bubble
numb love
Confidence grown in an empty room
The lonely dancer
The wolf drifts away from the pack when his time is near
She hugs me and kisses my ears with all the words I want to hear
then opens my treasure chest
heart thumps in the silent room
I am a writer. Remember who you are.  
Doubt swells
A sea serpent with the face of my mother screams venom at me
My secrets tied onto my left ankle
A bag full of heavy memories tied onto my right
I drag myself to the pier that stretches out into the ocean
The night is deep and coal dark
No one to judge me but the seagulls
I offer myself no second to hesitate
I plunge into the calm black ocean indifferent to my demise
Meat for the abyss
Sink me. Squish me
Bury me under the ocean floor
I never want to be found.