Delusions Poem by Afolabi Boluwatife Oluwamuyiwa

I hear the peals again,
The monotones of the gypsies,
It calls,
On the street,
In my ears, it echoes,
Louder, into my labyrinth.

Still I sleep,
Slipping into familiar grounds of delusion,
Mist blurred,
I am a mirror,
I am their mirror,
Their faces stare into mine,
As clear as the blood diamonds,
They cry,
Lift these heavy hands,
Why cry?
I am here,
I scream in horror,
They can't hear,
Are they deaf?
I scream louder,
Mother! I'm here,
Don't cry,
My screams die in my chest.

The mist gets clearer,
This is not delusion,
I am floating,
I see me in the mirror now,
A brown statue,
Featureless,
Dead.

I hear the peals again,
Its all in my head,
A cold sensation?
A dog' nose?
Snow?


Eyes opened back to reality,
sighs,
I just survived the antarctic,
And I just died.