Davin Okonorb

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In the crisp of this morn
'Awaken O Soul! '

Slumber over, yet uncert of th'day
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A gift contained,
A calling without response,
A cry without a bosom.
Fear holds the holder,
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What I vowed, I meant.
Every day I'm reminded by my heart.
You're my soul, my mate.
I give you my all my love.
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Dabbling in this mess,
Of a crazy craze.
Will they notice me,
Wil't make my heart free?
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The jeers and crits are barbed,
Wounding my inner man.
The snarl of those without sensitivity,
Leaving the bruised soul scorned.
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What I once believed is now just a fuzzy fantasy.
The slow death of my dream is realised.
I'm too afraid to believe again,
So I avoid the unavoidable, knowing I can't hide forever.
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