it was nothing much,
everything died in a twinkle;
a poor boy's eyes, seasons,
aeons, nights & times.
there was nothing much,
in my every breathing,
i joyfully inhale despair-
& now, i don't know if
this is real or just me falling
apart with the world.
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Author:
Shedrach (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2020 07:20
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
these are indeed strange times my friend ... I liked this poem which has served as a good introduction to your writing ... Neville
Thanks Neville, wrote this two years ago.
A wonderful poem. Keep The Faith.
Thank Man!
Good write Ugwu.
Well appreciated!
May that despair move away that the brightness that can be you life replace it.
Andy
Hopefully, thanks!!
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