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Face down cards

All there is, is me, myself and I
Our sweats, we made to rain
Pulling ends, so they meet.

The days I was so eager
For success, I told myself;
Let’s go there, we are near.

Round the clock, night and day
We hardly even took a chair
Slogan was; no pain no gain…

Success certainly on altitude
Finger on a trigger, laugh at me
Humble I was a loyal attitude

Eyes fused, the target was clear
Every mile, she’s always near
Farther than whatsoever disappears

Promising yet; so heart breaking
I throw myself, she never catches
She is just so damn unfair

Mirage was not what we envisaged
Not in bargain, for me, myself and I
Once thought we’ve arrived

Random we shoot from the hip
Screaming, die.. die you bitch
We shot ourselves on the feet

Guess our heaps were damn too high
Arrogance we grew, till it fell
In slow gesture, our cards face down.

We wonder, “what lady is she..”
That only loves an approach
Not love nor entreaty for success.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


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