Poem: Awe.

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You are in awe of me,

 

But somehow,

 

You have made awe sound

 

Like a dirty thing.

 

Your awe is like air,

 

Empty,

 

With no depth.

 

It translates to love,

 

That is clumsy and inept.

 

Your awe make your eyes shine

 

At the sight of me,

 

But when it comes to showing your love,

 

You give me nothing.

 

It leaves me starving,

 

With an empty feeling,

 

It is like giving me salt for my food,

 

After I have eaten.

 

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© Ivie M. Eke 2017.

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