First read at Radio Univers, university of Ghana.
I cast my lame eyes
On thw dark shadow that follow me
I dream if i may go without it
And slowly i picture my rise
My life is an island
And steadily i'm been eaten by sea
My toil is manifold like the sand
Abundant, worthless and stranded
A distressed soul that i am
I pray i eat my sin
Lynch myself and purge my soul
I'm scared and tired
Of the dirty grimaces of life
What people say i care no more
They say such is life
But why is life such?
The winding unwinding intertwining
Street of life. Short paths to filthy gold
And if it's like this
How things are i don't know
May be you will tell me.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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