by tgrems
(NIGERIA)
I am alone
like the way I was born
some unknown years back.
Tired of it and getting old.
I talk and talk , but I only hear
my own voice echo in reply
I think and think, and the thinking
leads me to a place of many souls,
and so I pick myself up and flee
to the grave
and find
my mates at rest.
"Home I am", I scream.
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