The Void

I feel nostalgic

I miss the void

The days I was in my mother’s womb

Waiting to bloom.

Enveloped in the velvet cocoon I called home

Home, the place I long to be

Sometimes I wish I never left my mother’s womb

Where I was safe and away from this treacherous place we call earth.

Underneath her skin there was a human

A human with a purpose

And as I walk this earth I am still yet to figure that out.

And so I miss the void.

A place where darkness prevailed but light transcended.

A place where right and wrong had no chance, couldn’t take a stance,


I feel nostalgic.

Yemi Otukoya  


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