by Ebuenyi Ikenna D.
Published on: Jun 1, 2004
Type: Poetry

It comes calling
When you least expect,
Doesn’t need you to believe
Because it bends you to its whims,
Makes you do things,
That you’d fear to think,
It overthrows principles,
With its scary realities
Makes a child out of an adult,
Its pure yearnings unifies,
When felt by two alike
Words cease to be,
Just the silence suffices
Minds reach out in volumes.

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