Poetry

I DON’T FEEL A THING By Ulumenfoh O. Joy

Written by Editor

Knock knock
Who’s there
It is I
I who’s unable to feel anything
I knew love once
It was magical
It was pure
It was sacred

I never knew I was being tossed in a vacuum of foolishness
I never saw the knife being sharpened behind my back by one who i called friend

What is love? They asked.
Love is a void of emptiness
It sucks you like a child suckles its mother’s breast
The feeling is like swallowing a box of needles

If falling In love is salvation
Then I’ll rather perish with the worms in hell.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.