Sunday 25 October 2015

Sinister to All by Chris Allagoa

Sinister to All

Water liftet not air
Nor can obiri kill its heir
Your precious hair
Is like my transport fare
been you to my den?
Or meetest thou Gwen?
Do you feel I will bend?
Or do I look like ten
Your dad holds bread
Yet you plait thread
your family head
Not worth being my friend
When we talk,
He feels tensed
I gave you my love
You let it fall,
All night astir
I feel like an empty hall

Chris Allagoa

Chris Allagoa is a young poet and a law student of Niger Delta University.

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