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Jul 2017
Fear or guilt,I really don't know
which one I'm dealing with,
Fear of what I can or can't do
and guilt of not doing them,
fearing what I want
and wanting what I fear.
Hiding myself from doing
that which I really want.
Hopelessly loosing
control of my passion and vision.
How do I pick myself
up from all this mess.
Strangely enough I see
the harsh realities creeping
slowly towards me.
How did I ever get here?
I don't know what happened,
and how I got myself into this mess.
I'm drowning and sinking
and can't seem to find any help.
Am I ashamed or
afraid to ask for help?
Can I ever be rescued
from this agony?
How did I ever let
myself pine away for so long
to the detriment of my health
to someone who never
really cared about me.
I feel like someone
who went to the airport to
wait for the ship to berth..
But Right now I'm so fully AWAKE!!!
And I really need to take a bath.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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       John Edward Smallshaw, --- and Madeon
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