upstairs in my memory
lives a room so dark
it absorbs the planet
looking like there’s no
soul behind them,
a shadow puddle of
nothingness
stands unscrambled.
floating around like air
firstly glory appears &
doom
comes after solstice
& my soul never grows
nice aftermath winters
but i feel the loss of
cherry blossoms
so find me in time
& existence
embracing the flowers
that dreamt of
the moon swallowing
my
night & dreams.
Aeesha Abdullahi Alhaji is a poet and a creative writer whose works have appeared/forthcoming on the Chiron Review, Blue Minaret Journal, Crank Magazine, The Yellow House, The Beatnikcowboy, Tampered Press Journal, ParABnormal Magazine, The Open Collective Magazine and elsewhere. She is a member of the Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation, Minna Literary Society and has received a fellowship from the Ebedi International Writer’s Residency. She tweets @AlhajiAeesha on X(Formerly Twitter).