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Ehi Nigeria
Student @ Babcock University
Abuja, Nigeria
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging 2 min read
When the Night Listens
<p>There are nights when the world folds itself into my chest,</p><p>and I feel its weight like a god’s forgotten heart.</p><p>Even the air hurts</p><p>it enters my lungs like broken glass,</p><p>and each breath is a reminder that I am still here,</p><p>though I no longer know why.</p><p><br/></p><p>I have walked through my own body</p><p>as though it were a ruined city after the rain,</p><p>every street echoing with laughter that once belonged to me.</p><p>Now the laughter feels borrowed</p><p>a voice I wear to convince the living</p><p>that I am one of them.</p><p><br/></p><p>There is a bottle beside my bed, small, white, and merciful.</p><p>It glows in the dark like a second moon,</p><p>promising peace without judgment.</p><p>Each night I speak to it softly,</p><p>asking if it will love me enough</p><p>to make the pain stop singing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Once, I believed my mother’s voice</p><p>could hold me back from the edge.</p><p>Once, my siblings’ laughter was a rope tied around my ribs.</p><p>But love has thinned,</p><p>like the smoke of a candle forgotten in the wind.</p><p>Even their names fall through my hands</p><p>like sand that no longer remembers the shore.</p><p><br/></p><p>And they say, pray.</p><p>They say He listens.</p><p>But I have prayed until my knees became oceans,</p><p>until my words grew wings and died mid-flight.</p><p>If God speaks,</p><p>He does it in a language I have never been taught</p><p>a silence too vast to echo in my bones.</p><p><br/></p><p>Still, I write this poem,</p><p>not as a prayer,</p><p>but as proof that I once felt enough to bleed ink.</p><p>That even in emptiness,</p><p>something in me refuses to die quietly.</p><p>Perhaps that is love too</p><p>the kind that lingers,</p><p>unwanted, unhealed,</p><p>yet still breathing among the ruins.</p><p><br/></p><p>And if tomorrow comes,</p><p>I will wear my laughter again,</p><p>thin as glass, bright as a wound,</p><p>and walk into the sun,</p><p>pretending it does not burn.</p><p>                                                                           —Ehi💕</p><p><br/></p><p>          </p>

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