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After the thunderous storm,
I wake at dawn,
-© Ifeyinwa Ifebigh -
The sun sets,
The sun rises,
The winds blow at all directions,
-© Ifeyinwa Ifebigh -
From a looking glass,
From the crystal ball,
My heart throbs,
Life's a turmoil,
-© Ifeyinwa Ifebigh -
The Great Joy of Liberty
Comes the gentle breeze.
The dew drops on my window panes,
Reminds me of my future,
My happiness; It gives me joy,
The kind I always desired.
It strengthens me, Like I always hope for.
A beautiful awakening, a whole new world,
I know I am free,
Free, from your despising glare,
It washes away the memories, it makes me anew,
Most of all, it makes me human again.
Feeling drowsy, strangely, not with sleep
But with guilt, shame and sadness.
Striving to be the best, I struggle in vain.
The strong trample me, I fall.
A whole new world,
Remaining same: quivering in anguish,
More-or-less self pity.
The ball is in my court,
I seek a player.
Positive directions,
Longing to take me,
The mind is willing, but the flesh is weak.
Agonies of Life
I see a reflection,
It's like a ghost,
All white and pale.
I see a future,
All muddled in aimless hopes,
And nebulous aspirations.
For the apathy of Man,
The indifference of Humanity.
Always in conflict,
I wish for happiness,
Instead I get pain,
The throbbing turmoil;
That kills the spirit of Man.
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