Where there's a bed to sleep
Food to eat
Where there are birds to see
Trees to swing
Do not leave me here
I wasn’t born here
If it were here
I will be sleeping in my mother's arms
Still have the taste of her milk on my tongue
But I was taken away
Many years ago
Against my will
Against the wind of my destiny
I remember the journey well
The promise of a better life
But all I see is darkness now
A road so wide
It can only lead to nothing.
Now I'm used to emptiness
That of the soul and spirit
My soul hangs in limbo
Somewhere, my spirit too
Eaten by dogs
Cast off
Not even as bones
But something less
So when you take me away
Find me a bed of only roses
A dress as white as cotton
And pump into my veins
Blood unadulterated
From a source
Just as clean as the first man
Author Bio:
Nathaniel Bivan is Arts and Entertainment Editor for Daily Trust, a leading newspaper in his country. His poems and short stories have been published in different platforms. In 2016, his picture storybook for kids, Flower Blind, was published by African Storybook. His debut novel is forthcoming from Masobe Books in 2021.