Jackson Nyoho


What I Can'T Help - Poem by Jackson Nyoho

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In all sincerity
it is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
with such velocity
this sadness born out of the blues
that decides to levy itself on you

in this fixed still-life
please sense my illness
Accept my downsides
Show that sympathy

I stand to lose a pet
and a rare gem
To the hands of doubts and reservations
Show that sympathy

I stand to lose the only one I cherish
My broken heart is yet to mend
Show that sympathy

I stand to lose a fortune
my voice can’t sing a decent tune
Show that sympathy

I am lost in love with you
Show that sympathy

My dearest, Blessing Okon
Whatever maybe your doubts
Show that sympathy

These are the things I could not say
Just as my heart is blooded,
The tears from my eye is grounded
I love you with everything in me
Show that sympathy


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013


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