Troubled
‘Didn’t lose my pen,
Neither my hands
‘Brain’s not chained,
Neither changed
Where’s my thirst?
‘Not at rest?
What’s not right?
Is this a fight?
Where’s my might?
I’m not “allright”!
‘Too tight.
So hot!
Is this a cot?!
I’m not a baby?
I’m so lonely
God help me!
Copyright © Samuel Fatokun Ph | Year Posted 2011
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