God! When Will I Stop Disintegrating Like A Sedimentary Rock– Bullied By The Volcanic Eruption Of Life? || by Psalmuel Benjamin

I squeeze a smile into the mouth of this 

poem, it's bitter: if not, it won't vomit 

these lines that are thieves, for they 

steal breaths. 

Yesternight, I slept in the harsh palms 

of peaceful depression.

I'm a crying moses, I groan, in my Ark 

of bulrushes– daybed with slime & pitch, 

this time, not the king's lady's favor I seek

But an endorsement from the king over kings.

Let not Leviathan lead my legs like a 

leader, for the path to Horeb isn't soul marketing. 

Tonight, I wear my p(light) & tease 

silence for a ride, as a stranded sojourner. 

God is home/ always.

He asks me: son, why dim? & I name 

every dents on me: poverty is a brilliant 

darkness that silences handsomeness, 

& beauties won't return calls.

Tell me, God!, tell me I'll stop to speak 

the language of the snails tomorrow.

Tell me, God!, tell me how to not sink in 

anguish with this burden of grief on my head.

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MEET THE POET:

PSALMUEL BENJAMIN OLUWASHEUN is a young Christian Nigerian poet and writer with works appearing/forthcoming in eskimopie magazine, Nanty Greens, Kalahari Review, Allegro and elsewhere. He also writes short stories. Aside writing, he finds ecstasy in drawing, acting, painting, singing and teaching. He is an aspiring lawyer.

He has phobia for animals but can eat beans three times a day. He's the vice president of Godly steps family.

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