by Ebuenyi Ikenna D.
Published on: Aug 16, 2004
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Type: Poetry

A detour the sleep seemed,
To escape the raging nightmare,
But it followed in pursuit,
Assailing me even more,
Being pinioned by them big books,
Was more than I bargained for,
It was okay in reality,
But in this unconscious paradise?
I couldn’t take it.
I hastened back to the nightmare,
To meet with fate and
The necessary nightmare that must pass,
Before the light in the horizon is seen.


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