SICK WITH NO SYMPTOMS
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From twilights to twilights I’m becoming so sick
I’m as sick as a ‘sickler’, but wasn’t I warned to avoid intoxication of her lust?
With much amazement, I am not only a rejected stone but a weakened brick
This was never envisioned! She’s gone out of sight; she’s lost
I was oriented that love conquers time and distance
Isn’t there an available avenue to commit and still outshine barriers?
I told you I’m sick with no symptoms! No energy to win over her resistance
Soaked in my own blood like a broken mirror with no glue; I’m a patient with no carrier
The beauty of this earth is indeed tempting and all its contents
Shall I keep mute or tell those spectators who I boasted of her prowess to?
With my experience I now understand love is an abyss of lamentation and torments
Never saying never for you ‘OMA’, so on my knees I seek your help hitherto
O Ye Queen Of Sheba do not be amazed at my word
For I need your medication or you shall take my corpse out of this ward!
DANIEL ATU M.