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WITHOUT COMFORT

For all I see and do

For all I come by

And with all that beset me

So crushed is my spirit,



Without comfort I lie,



Night......

Tossing, sleepless and dreamy



Days.......

Mazes unending



Home to roam, Roam to home

Sour I without comfort

For you are absent.



              UZOMA NWAEKPE

                NEW ROCHELLE, NEW YORK. AUGUST 2000

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written while remembering a special friend i left alone in Nigeria when i relocated to the United States.

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©17 April 2002 - 3:29am — odengalasi
12 November 2002 - 8:34pm — Lola Margot (not verified)
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Your write with so much poetic appeal.
This one is very touchy and I can see
how you are so homesick of your pal's
companionship.