WALKING THE TALK

I’m alive
When I was dead
The words flowed
Knocking knocking in the coffin

Now I’m alive
They hold their peace
I don’t write my fantasies anymore
I live them now

When I start writing again
Pity me. Mourn, mourn for me.

CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE

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