It left me sour
the realities
of the hidden
man within
the abode
of every
single soul
in-dweller
Seated on
the high
glorified
lecherous
city debauchery
Attacks even
In every eyes
Closed for a
Sleep and mess
up sour libidos
You may not
Understand it
But it is a sour
Thing indaboski
Sour Libido
Apostle John Chinaka Onyeche
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/25/2020
Poet's note: Bed wetting
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Poem topics: city, sleep, hidden, soul, single, understand, high, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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