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THE HOLE IS THE DOOR.

Prose and Poetry

THE HOLE IS THE DOOR.

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’T is my eyes,
The darkness envelops,
A secret sealed in the loop
A life; to not endure,
A lover’s safety; to ensure,
 
O’world,
Give unto me thy sacred possession,
And watch as I soar in elation,
A tiring labour,
Sitting and whispering to the birds at this harbor,
Seeking time to find a dime
To re-create this storyline,
An abode with a stone-coated metal roofing and a steel door,
With a fire place and wooden floors,
One filled to the brim with happiness,
And cushioned with loveliness.
 
I pray thee; sleep not,
The tumultuous bang you heareth,
Is the wind being defiant,
For the shadows from the harbor lingers,
Finding moulded walls of your heart to finger,
A bullet hole and a soft bone,
An open space to burrow,
The end story of a dynasty,
Or the dangers of a fantasy.
 
 
 

 

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WRITTEN BY: MARIAM ALAYANDE
PHOTO BY: UNKNOWN
 

 

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Mariam Alayande

Mariam Alayande is a writer and poet. She started writing at the age of 9. Some of her articles have been published in a couple of magazines and books and is increasingly gaining more recognition.

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  1. Unknown August 21, 2019

    Perfectly organized thought! Good work!

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  2. MARIAM ALAYANDE August 22, 2019

    Thank you very much.

    Reply

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