Oblivion

A Quatrain Poem by Thompson Emate

He doesn’t know that the night comes to his room,
He isn’t aware of its pervading gloom,
Something else occupies his mind,
There are missing pieces he needs to find.

He wants to know what awakens in him,
This flows like a turbulent stream,
He is saddled with deep questions,
He has only been given peripheral suggestions.

His mind is a raging sea,
It’s beyond what others can see,
There’s a door within he fights to close,
This umpteen times oppose.

Is the night only an outsider?
Does it harbinger the insider?
A sage said that the insider is the visitor
while the outsider is the sculptor.

Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His poems can be seen in Poetry Potion, Poetry Soup, Visual Verse, Writer Space Africa magazine and ScribesMICRO. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.