Bonaventure Onuabuchi

I can't hide anymore,
the fact behind my burden,
the rise and fall of the nation,
the land of my painful birth,
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I've lied pertinently to, and; in earnest.
Spending so much to nurture my fear.
The things virtue forbids; I've done.
There has been much harm to love.
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The youngest brother;
The power of trinity to perfect every flaw
Has been the nothingness; home for his hopes.
Titeness lulls his interest
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Gentle soul, gentle sleep;
The grievance bestowed upon us.
It waded into our hearts:
Our joy, it withered, our fun confiscated.
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Farewell is my accolade,  
I say to the time gone by. 
Die lively and visit no more. 
No wrench is worthy in our parting. 
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Enthrone me oh goddess of the beauties;
let me a seat in thy heart.
Bestow upon me the envy of the gods.
Treat this love to no nostalgia dawn.
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Do not call my solid tears 'Poem
Though in blacks and blues they may room,
That just would seem your sickly thought,
And stoutless like a loosely flag my truth.
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The night like a wading foot;
The twin of my bleak root.
The dawn of light shunned the shore.
Then was beauty like a sage spurring every act of misery.
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Once more I curse my fate again
That I can her every clinch lose
No one in sanity freely will choose,
To be me and this me freely retain.
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Free me Lord I yawn everyday
From these grips that turn me to their prey.

Save me Lord from this grisly pit
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Let it rain,
for the ocean is thirsty.
The ocean once filled by water;
is now dried and dusty.
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At the thought of my home my mind shrinks,
And much more it does when my phone rings!
For that melodic voice that will bless has a rhythm that stings,
Haunts my heart, squeezes my blood and drinks.
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The old tortoise farts again before his hailing hailers,
And its poignant smell nourishes our disgust
Should such silly sound ever from a father's cries?
So we are fatherless those in the Eastern hut.
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We have been in this floating race,
our peaceful conflict.
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My armour couldn't stand their missiles anymore.
My defense is no longer whole.
The vow is murdered;
with the me of then buried.
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On this doomed and gloomed dawn,
here I lie alone,
warped and twisted.
Only with sorrows mixed with tears
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The sky is just smiling
Making mockery of me
Heaven is so remote
That my prayers can't reach
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All the life's like a wind!
What makes men merely day dreamers-
That which we claim'est most we do not own,
But what we dread'est becomes everyman's boss.
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Thorns entwine with the envoy of life.
That its cuddle is another strife.
With no fresh food to fondle the clench of heart,
A huddle of me betrays a painful hilarity.
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There's this unique bright bestowed on our earth's surface,
That the sun, the stars and the moon have come to spectate.
Her sparkles surpass the sun's and the stars' stoop,
The moon of the night at will joins the hailing group.
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