e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Over a stile

Today was one of those crazy days
That seems so bad, I wish I could fade
Into the air and just hide my face
Beside me I saw cups of water
Filled to the point of running over
Withholding content, sought by others
Living the life under the sky blue
Where the power and fame are but few
Mind hard as a rock, hands thighly glued
Not until selfishness is removed
Impoverishment would always strove
I thought, pity is akin to love
Until I met a lame dog in stile
His condition made the rocks to cry
Yet none rendered help, they all passed by

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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