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I NEED YOU MORE

*I NEED YOU MORE*
Mummy can you hear me?
You brought me on, same clan as me;
I know you're distance away, but hear me
My cracked voice scream aloud silently,
Mummy, "I NEED YOU MORE", rescue me!
...
The world you chose hasn't been fair;
Streets I mingled, gangsters all over;
I chose thy holy path, dummy called I;
Road side I reside, in isolation I grew down;
My heart craves you more than ever;
Mummy, "I NEED YOU MORE";
...
The world you chose, hasn't been fair;
The Mediterranean, best thriving arena
All I put in place hasn't materialised,
You brought me on, so I decided you talk me on
Mummy, the sadness from my heart prop up,
Can you feel it?
...
Streets I mingled, gangsters all over
Demarcations, as to where I reach
Maybe, when I drove back the holy times
Then my feet will hold a strong grip, I assume
Till you cry on my behalf, so I was told
Mummy, can you see my feet cleared?
...
I chose the holy path, dummy called I;
Those words you shown us I picked
Folks around, your time you waste
Sùègbè, ranted noise when I surface
In grief cried I, so my ways 're recognised
Mummy, can you see where I'm?
...
Road side I reside, isolated I grew down
Another step enacted, deemed I be solution-
Instead, I was left alone to me
My things executed alone, why again?
I screamed! In melancholism I dwell
Mummy, can you hear me cry pensively?
...
My heart craves you more than ever;
In quest for this, I swam dry lands,
Dug deep into shallow hard holes;
My heart not in the write hands,
So, how to create the escape, perplexed!
Mummy, can you see my heart robbed off???
...
Will those precious time of shared love come again?
Mummy*, "I NEED YOU MORE"

©Tex (2017)

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