What It Means To Get Down With The Devil|Temidayo Jacob|Poetry

My depression is the lower room

where God comes to lament

and count everything he has lost –

including this dark body I call home.

In my room, every bulb squirts

light on my problems instead

of antagonizing my darkness.

I did not believe in the existence of

Demons until I was asked to pray

against them. Instead of praying

I found myself locking fingers with them.

It was they who showed me family.

Sometimes I wonder why the Bible

ommited: do not forget the darkness

that stayed when no human would.

Each time I fuck my demons or they- me

I moan and the neighborhood comes knocking:

Are you alright? Yes, thanks. Yes, thanks –

always my response. Hours ago, I realized this:

my depression has no schedule. I will

call it God, since it is omnipresent.

Photo by Annette Batista Day on Unsplash

BIO:

Temidayo Jacob is a Sociologist who writes from the North Central part of Nigeria. He is passionate about espousing the conflict between the individual and the society, especially through identity, sexuality and conformity. He is the author of Beauty Of Ashes. Temidayo’s works have appeared and are forthcoming on Rattle, Outcast Magazine, Lucent Dreaming, Kalahari Review, Peeking Cat Poetry, Kissing Dynamite, and others. You can reach him on Twitter @BoyUntouched.

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