Micropoetry
By Comfort Oghale Obiegba
A life unlived,
Throttled to my grave
In summer it rains pains
Snowing regrets in spring
Hastefully in a chase
The race ends in the beginning
Pantry of loss
It knocks heavily at my door.
Tawdry hopes,
But I hide lost like the tits of mosquitoes
The wind of Genie shot my heart
I'm only a ball in a writer's ball
His wish are mine.
Comfort Oghale Obiegba is a student of Philosophy in Delta State University, Abraka. She is a writer of articles, poems and short stories and a wide thinker.
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