A Brief Poem About Hunger

( after Agarau )
you always want to gift your
life to a lifeless thing—maybe what sieves
some wars from your veins      into your body, or
what takes part of your darkness
and burns it                  burns it
till you become fire burning yourself
into a special kind of poem            some poems
hate wearing clothes—you,      and you’re a diction
making enquiries into history of wounds
f  a  l  l  i  n  g
back to a heartless poem,
or edge of an epitaph
or another question that makes you eat a bottle
fearlessly, you always want to gift your
life to a lifeless thing
but dear god, you aren’t a Father Christmas.

Mesioye Johnson is a writer who loves the darkness of the world, hence, the gift of art he gives.

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One Response to A Brief Poem About Hunger

  1. zeckrombryan says:

    Well-written. Love your articulation and your blog. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on! ❤️❤️❤️

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