The Bowl of My Sorrows by Salim Yakubu Akko
This poem is the bowl of my sorrows
Woven in a cascade of doom
When I was dancing to the tune of my silent grief
Theming her melody
I smell of death, of lost
Like a battle with the angel of death
I then realized it is not a poem
But a snarl of grief, of hot water
And of my gnawing sorrows
But I can hear that someday
Like how day becomes night
A bird will come & fly with all my agonies
Salim Yakubu Akko is a writer and poet. He is a World Voices Magazine’s Nigerian correspondent and a guest contributor at Applied Worldwide. He has his works published/forthcoming in Upwrite Magazine Nigeria, Scratch Poetry Magazine and Calabar Poetry Magazine.