A Chronicle of Melodies and Whispers
by Daniel Orisaeke
the night is young
there is a pulse in everything: the tired trees
with dancing shadows, beeping meters of broken
homes filled with sleeping children
rooms heavy with static and burning tobacco
voices whispering secrets
curious bodies wild with desire
the wind chimes tell melodies of the night
it is almost too sweet— like melancholy
i hear a child beg for one more story
before the light goes out
there are no tears;
the whiskey is quiet & the lover dead
i try to peel open my head
an owl screams at my misery
the night is still young
and i can’t sleep.
Daniel Orisaeke is a poet and a dental student in the University of Nigeria, Enugu.