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On Edge
I woke up this morning
Enveloped by overwhelming feeling
Of being left behind
In a jungle of calamities
Which my father land has become
Dehydrated of every positive mood
Which gives way to the gnawing feelings
Of emptiness of unquantifiable loss
This nightmare refuses to go away
Rather it continues to concretize
The feelings of disillusionment
As strange happenings keep assaulting our sensibilities
Truth stands on its head
And sets no one free
Rather it pushes us down the road of
Perpetual loss of whatever makes us human
Copyright ©
Augustine Ogoegbunam Eseke
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