Seeking cold ice
Am out again
Hope I find something to gain
Legs shaking because they lack balance
Hope I qualify for a free glance.
I bluff and stunt
For how long must you torment me?
Enough is enough for that torment
Cry all you want
Nothing have I found
To hold us bound
Neither bread nor butter
Not gold or silver
Keep on and you’ll suffer the pain
Then you’ll see all efforts were in vain
We both loose
Or you better choose.
Copyright © CHIOMA ONYEKABA | Year Posted 2015
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