Something has happened to me
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A conscience ailment without diagnosis
Running in me like a virus
Which want to hamper me
Such impediment has no doctor
But there are doctors wherever I went
Who seem no interested to attend to me
Whereas there are a lot who could assist
So I have been going and travelling
But now, I was told Asor is a qualified doctor
My liver condensed and now I can rest
Such melancholy which only poetry has put me into
I want to be known and recognised before I die
Though I am not sick
But poetry has made me wander
Searching for a director
Here I am with Asor
Which hope now proved renaisance.
Prince O. Onwumere
Copyright ©2004 Prince O. Onwumere
This poem was first published by poetry.com
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