segun Johnson Ozique

Freshman - 857 Points (25th, Sept.1961 / Lagos-Nigeria)

The Mask; Friend Turned Foe - Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Why, oh why am I in this tasteless, sour ceremony?
Smiling when truly, I feel loath to see him glow
Dancing, sipping, nibbling, clinging unheartily
Foolery; like Stringed kittens and puppets

Oh, God, now we sing; what a jolly good fellow
When my head screams the good fella is I, yes, me
Then to his side, we then crowded, to photo shoot
My wish; only he gets struck by the photo shot

O, no. Now one after the other embraces us
My turn; my hug I filled with bile like Macbeth
I forced words out; good wishes, divine nuptials
Words beyond doubt I wish slice his heart to pieces

Then, it was time to go; off they go, off to the moon:
O, the anguish watching him take her, now never to be;
Never to be mine; my schemes, my dreams shattered;
The one I planned to be devoted, taken by my fri…foe

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

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