I give honour to Zoya... for this


Loneliness

It grips me
In the night
In the morning
In the evening
It thwarts my mind
In the moon
In the sun
In the rain
It pelts on my body
In the winter
In the summer
In the autumn
It holds me by my hair
In the wind
And tries fighting me
I do not quit
I do not succumb
I squeal beyond the pines
And take a stand



Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-15 at 14:22

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Mike
great write...superb
2006-05-15


Onyeka Nwelue
I really don't know the powers behind my reading. But the only one I think empowers me is God and he has promised to assist...

Thanks for asking...
2006-05-15


Jon Hanover
Another great write my friend. Like the new picture as well. Gives us so far away a glimpse of the passion you have for poetry. Can only imagine the power behind your readings in public.
2006-05-15


Zoya Zaidi
well we are in company tonight dear Onyeka,
Thanks a pile for this honour!
A very powerful write!
It grips you doesn't it?
***Hugs to make you feel better***
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-15


Malin Johansson
This one was powerfull, all loneliness are...
2006-05-15