“I am hungry,” I said.
My love took her own life, so
I ate at her funeral.
True Love
When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry.
When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry.
“I am hungry,” I said.
My love took her own life, so
I ate at her funeral.
I write what most people carry in silence. Author of From the African Left Hand Ink and Mine That I Love, with over 200 poems exploring pain, restraint, and the weight of feeling. My work has also appeared in anthologies like Shades of Pain. For me, writing isn’t escape—it’s translation. View all posts by Duncan
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