THIS POEM- a Poem by Benjamin Osigwe- Poet of d Week 230315


THIS POEM
I know that
You may not have seen
Or heard a sad poem
Cutting it size into shapelessness
With every line, boiling in rage
Growing from strength to strength
Stepping on toes, and ready to kill
Like a restless dead man's soul
Searching for power, beyond the underworld
To battle against it foes
That have dragged him into physical emptiness

You may not have seen a poem cry
But this one does
feeling the pain dropping from the poet's inner man
Down to the pen, that births this poem
then how do you not expect tears?

This poem mourns
This poem sings dirge
This poem cries in pain
This poem has no definition
This poem is a metaphor
Not an irony
This poem is beyond imaginations
or explanations
This poem is that poem that kills
"Remember your mom once told you
about this poem"
This poem alone knows it story and creator
This poem knows no illusion



Osigwe Benjamin is one of the youngest Poetry Promoters in Nigeria. He is a written and performance poet. He was featured in the 16th LAGOS BOOK AND ART FESTIVAL "LABAF" 2014, and many other notable poetry events. He was the "Golden Age Poet" of Aj House of Poetry in the year 2013. Some of his poems were featured in BLACK COMMUNION POETRY ANTHOLOGY 2013. He is also the current coordinator of the Education Rights Campaign “ERC”, Ajegunle branch, Lagos, Nigeria. Ben is one of the promoters of "The Poetry Court" (thepoetrycourt.blogspot.com), an online poetry platform to support and promote written, spoken and performance poetry across the world. 

Benjamin is also a poet who believes in poetry for consciousness and social change, and thus advocate that poetry should move, speak and take action.

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