patrick iberi patrick iberi, originally from the eastern heartland of nigeria, is a 25-year-old graduate of philosophy who is greatly interested in existentialism. he began writing poetry when he was 13. his hobbies are writing and playing chess. lanchata@yahoo.com There were times  There were times I thought of you as bait Sunk in depths of the sea Slyly waiting for a catch  There were times You came to me like a a rose Picked from a remote desert A mystery for all seasons Times were when I gazed at you glittering like a gem Bathed in nameless scent Your beauty led me on to doom  How could you be evil? Yet so spiritedly courted I’ve held you in my arms And felt the pain of your sting  Why then do i still hold on? Why then do i still think of you?  There were times When sleep meant being still And your realm strayed into my dreams Nauseated by the sights it reflected Irked by your vain shadow I reckon my nights as wasted There were times indeed Times when i cursed creation  There were many times I thought of you as a friend But our amity shall remain A betrayal on my conscience For those were the times I shouldn’t have thought at all!

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