CHINWENDU IBEH - A STRANGER.

She blows me to the wind.
She occupies my mind.
A stranger of some kind.
I don’t know why.
I open my eye,
And still don’t get to see her.
Amazing how she looks.
Like a picture put on a face book.
She makes me fantasize about her.
Imagine every bit of her.
But I don’t get to see her at all.
That is why I fall.
Like a man in a night mare.
Feeling like I’m under a spare.
Oh she is a stranger holding me down.
A stranger turning me around.
And she has a strong hold on me. (c)

CHINWENDU IBEH

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