First read at radio universe 105.7, university of Ghana.
Fear maimes me
That my heart weeps
Scared
Afraid for your stormy love
My heart withholds your presence
That feeling
Stop it!
That penetration
The infection
Stop it!
Love like pepper in my eyes
That makes me cry
Pretends to be oving
But pierces needles into my heart
It permits no more
I feel it rushing
Yes-
Yes-
Yes-
Stop!
The weakness your love renders me
Stop.
The child of love
Weakness
Weak-
Bleoo
Weak-
Egbo
That-
That love
Lovers.
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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