Drooling eyes glued to the podium
Unfortunate towels lick sticky faces
Bodies press against bodies
Oxygen abandons the theatre
Loud silence slice through the crowd
Tap! Tap!! Tap!!!
Like a phoenix she emerge
Head held high
Pardoned in fabric
Her presence a soothing sigh
The hungry pack at the mercy of her grace
But her eyes burdened
With untold stories
Mowed through the crowd
Her voice sang
But her heart screamed
Thrust with audience
She longed for company
Crying unseen tears
Her eyes sparkled
The crowd lost in ecstasy
Our eyes traded stories
She descended the stage
Head bowed in oblivion
Oh, lonely heart in a crowd.
For this great piece,
all thanks to Miss. Damilola Arotiba
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Yours truly Mercy A. Patrick.
Mercy Patrick is a multipotentialite, skilled photographer, creative writer and spoken word poet.Outside the professional scene, Mercy Patrick is a song writer, idealist, resource person with unconventional methods for youths struggling with their personalities, a rapper, story teller and a rusty acoustics player. 
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