By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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My mind is like shattered glass
I lie on thorns as soft and green as field grass
My soul is like a scrambled puzzle
It would have killed me had it not worn a muzzle
Loud claps for the boy wonder
But he can’t hear even though the cheers sound like thunder
The kid is deaf and can only hear voices in his head
Yes, lie on your bed, shut out the world and play dead
A stain on a white garment that nobody can see
Opens my box of madness as it is the key
I suffer from all the phobias and I have OCD
Nothing will change because of a good deed
I don’t have desires, my desires have me
I see my face in the mirror. Who is he?
What I want to know is when I am happy the most
I always visit hell and the devil is often my host
I’m so lifeless and I have no opinion of my own
I hold an I-need-help sign but say I want to be left alone
But still I raise up my hand even as I drown
Please God dive in and save me before I start going down
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Nwachukwu Chukwuebuka Oguchi is a 300 level accounting student of Uniport and a holder of the ICAN AAT certification. He loves writing and reading. His interests are poetry, prose, satirical works and melancholic literature. Facebook username and handle name: wondakid16; Ebuka Nwachukwu.
