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Gloomy Lone Minors.



Gloomy lone minors

Clutching the bars of iron

Barricaded against the world

Peeping through the square holes

Casting a faint hope into nothingness


Longing for a touch of tender hands

Eyes have no more moist to weep


Throats are sore from tremor

Bodies are stiff from waiting

When will comfort placate you

When will nurture arrive?

Will the quest for fortune permit?

This same fortune will feed you

This same fortune will clothe you

The fortune that provides your need

Must be a crucial terrible thing



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Florence Ezekafor View All

I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.

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