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A Festival of Unravelings

I have had cold januarys too
when broken Christmas lights reminds
me too much of home
and the midnight carols
become a festival of unravelings

i have had anthologies
stare back at me as empty sheets
the shortness of the candlestick
mocking me
as i drink my own secrets
in pints of deafening silences

i have heard 2am begging me
to stay awake
if everyone sleeps
the night will die &

my insomnia is my mother
telling me not to hurt a fly

John Dele is an avid adventurer of the self. He is curious about life, love, God, and language; this has come to form the basis of his poetry. He has been called a lot of things but he likes being a writer best. John has not authored a book yet, neither has he won any awards, but poetry sometimes makes his heart beat really fast and he just wishes to share his with you. You can connect with him on social media @temmywrites. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria.

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