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Burdened.

i
Don’t hang your hopes
On the neck of a man
Or they become ropes
To strangle him
When he cannot
Look you in the eye
And say:
‘I lost my way’.

ii
your depression is your shadow
the moon behind you stalks,        yes;                                                         ‘I will be here tomorrow’

you realize what holds you back
from a shooting rampage
is not the gun you lack,
but your fingers you’ve chewed off.

iii
I know fear, Stared it in the eye, Went to bed with it On nights that doesn’t end with dawn, Nights you carry in your pocket All through the day.

 

Written by: Obinna Jones

Edited by: Ebube Ugorji

Omotayo Jones
obinnajones5@gmail.com
An addict with the pen. A student of mathematics and physics, Twitter troll, Facebook comedian and all-round human.

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