Show me more <br />To the mountain crown I am lure <br />Had my prime passion tore <br />Out of zeal to get beyond what i bore <br />Then travel to yonder shore <br />Behold my eager face wore <br />A glory behind this treasured door <br />Here it bit me ever like a sore <br />Now weeping was all I saw <br />Not familiar like things here before <br />But these dreams I admire brought all of rigor <br />As the corps willing the blood ignore <br />This pressing pump a snore <br />Upon which all worries I pour <br />Yet did not care for all was vapour <br />That crip in cool and defiled my armour <br />Watching through ancient asia minor <br />And wish no more dreams of torture <br />Which left me longed for my childhood glamour <br />Early as I watch the sun fade from splendour <br />I hate it all that ever i venture <br />Down my memo <br />Like a painful past I endure<br /><br />George Egba<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wet-with-words/
