Chris Chinwe UlasiColumnsFiction & PoetryLament for Normalcy —a Free Verse from the Grandmaster’s Journal
My love, may I ask this pandemic to return to its abode with the thorns of unwelcome gift–spiked red-eyed bouquet of dreads to caress our land. This visitor shouldn’t impose his will on the holder of deeds, stroking the hair of the young, leaving the old panting until their last breath. Maybe you’ll remember — when this is all gone and forgotten, who slipped out from the darkness of night to find your face alone....