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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Righteousness is making a loud cry.
Calling the service of humanity.
But sin sinks to the depth of mankind;
and they deprived chastity of its virginity.
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Worn seeking for it,
In the depth of grisly pit
Below the mountain base
Through tunnels of thorns and maze
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And now death has lived to his desired taste.
Truth despairs in desolation.
Life so forlorn like his quest;
Dies away and fails expection.
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Stop feeding me with hope that abstract is betrothed to
Let me cuddle this end that offers me a home.
If life is where dreams lurk and go
My desire unlocks to craft my tomb another home.
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Hard to bear,
these words that I hear.
Their truth breed no doubt
I lie where they sprout.
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In the realm of memories, a tale untold,
Of a journey embarked, a story to unfold,
A soul scarred by the battles it has known,
A poignant odyssey, a long way gone.
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Life has prepared me a disgust before this world
That what feeds her bliss is to drain my blood.
Like a bird in the sky has no roof possessing
I worth me less that men's eyes dwell upon,
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Am I a god that can through melodic gifts respire,
That from friends I'm bestowed this banquet of melodies?
Only the wind's can I call compare with thy sweet songs; hers on the flowers ignites fire.
But I am similar to none that is worthy of such honour from your parodies.
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I will work my peace,
Salvage some sleep from the tornado!
But they rest upon;
If the unruly gust will ever quit,
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