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Groping upon days by Ogbenigho A.G
When the sun drop like a dead warrior
Groping upon his days in land
He never reach afore by mirrior
Look from heads to his hand
Disfigurement of gory battling relics
When the sun come again
As again as a genuine bride
We love her so tight to gain
Her trust over her pride
Man this sun ye see are small as eye
Hot as waters on the freezer
Am consumed a bit
Careless heart we man threat
And I tell you, you are as the sun bit
Careless heart you are and
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.