by Abbia Udofia

listening to walls in the night
whispers, soft calls, chants, 
i read the dark sky and blank chronicles 
voices painting the walls, voices indicting absence
voices pleading for warmth, refreshment, atonement 

but the voices inside me softly sing
as i wait for the return of doves

Listening by Abbia Udofia

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