In Creative Corner, poetry

In the depth of shadow
I stumbled and erred
Unseen, unnoticed like a whisper in the air.

I sought a road,
But hollow they roll.

Alone I stood
In the redemption of my foot,
Lost in the echoes of a ghostly whisper.

Time passes by, but nothing ever changes.

The ecstasy fades to a mere memory,
Slowly, becoming insignificant in places that were once priorities.

What is left of me?
What legacy is there to bestow on those yet to come?

For I traverse the world without a trace,
Like a statute; existing without living
Even if I become history, it will still be empty.

No, I refuse to be forgotten like this!

Even in death, let it be said that I gave my best: creating a path that can never be erased.

Impacting my strength on generations to come,
As I dive into my embrace

Let it be known that I fought and thrived,
That I resurrected from the dead to live an immortal life.

Even in my grave,
Let the testimonies of people sing my praise.

 

This Poem was published in the January 2024 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.

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Oreoluwa Fathia Lasisi

 

 

Oreoluwa Fathia Lasisi is a freelance writer, poet and content creator. She is a graduate of the Polytechnic of Ibadan, Oyo State, Nigeria and participated as a reporter, aiding the publication of the departmental magazine. Additionally, she worked in one of the most recognised radio stations in Nigeria, SPLASH FM, during her internship program.

 

 

 


 

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  • Grace Tendo
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    There is always that one piece of writing that you read and you feel for every word in it. I got drawn to this poem. I feel like it’s speaking to me.
    Well done poet👏

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Legacy – A Poem by Oreoluwa Lasisi, Nigeria

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