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"I am The Recluse, this is My Republic"
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The world doesn’t get bigger than this

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If the introverts are most dangerous

Why then is the evil so loud and clear

And good, a ghost of a fading whisper?

I’d tell you, offer a penny for my thoughts

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Words are like blanks and noise is pointless

Man plays God and his thoughts are clay

The hands of his mind knead the earth.

The words we do not say are etched away

On broken runes and in tossed bottles

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And when those timid waves come ashore

I hope you read when your patience fades

The nights are few and far between

Melancholy’s heartbeat rhymes my name

Sleep is plain and vain without a dream

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Loneliness has come to stake its claim.

But in those piercing screams of silence

I have found peace in writing this piece

Like a heartbeat that drives you mad

In the wanton stillness of a memory.

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I am The Recluse, this is My Republic.

Efe Ogufere is a banker, poet, blogger and critic. His works have been published by The Lion King Magazine and The Poetry Sanctuary. Efe draws his influence from songs of all genre.

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