A Strange World


As I journeyed to the morgue,
Masquerades criss - cross the road,
Soon,
My eyes became blank
Like the taste of water
In a priceless bottle
Though rich and tasteless
Yet in captivity-
The full and empty
Enjoying a handshake.
Copyright 2019, Victor Ehighaleh.

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New things evolve everyday. The world is indeed becoming so strange.