Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
My life, ever since then has been really dry.
Situation, where traits of boredom do lie,
To escape from dreadful anguish, as I try,
It is so bad, that I ‘am about to fry.
The bad time has refused to take off and fly.
It’s like a desert, where no one hears your cry.
Why is the dreadful moment happening? Why?
As I ‘am beginning to stare up so high,
Staring up with despair into the vast sky,
Wondering when all this will ever pass by.
Praying earnestly for this despair to die,
Hoping for this to go away, as I sigh.
The unsettling curse that makes my life wry,
Thought strikes, into helpful adventure, I vie.
Happiness and joy now I find I apply.
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