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Oct 2014
A planet full of everybody but me
Not a word from nobody but me
My wishes makes me a conversation
Though I listen, it makes sour revelation
For I know it's me, nobody but me

I disbelieve my bright little eyes
It sees nobody but pops and pries
Who dumped a soul on this empty plane?
I beg to be picked up like a petty grain
Help a soul, it's me nobody but me

Oh I stare, but get non in return
My brow traverses and bid your return
Waiting kingly but dies poorly in patience
I lose, saving no penny a wish or cents
Oh my god! It's me, nobody but me

It's no cordial grave to lie in
But suave gallows in the king's inn
Estranged from self is how I feel
Wishing I'd find another me to feel
But none like me, it's me nobody but me.
RICHARD IHUAENYI
Written by
RICHARD IHUAENYI  Nigeria
(Nigeria)   
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