A Nightmare of Reality
The severe strong might of thunders slaps the
gentle clouds on the face just to open doors for the rain drops.
My eyes are opened at the wickedness of the thunder towards
the poor sky only to remember and see my pillows all wet,
like the thunder life slapped the face of my gentle heart and like
the rains it opened my heart with pains for the tear drops.
Grace is a flavor you want to bite,care is the home you want
to go to,love is the life you want to have and smile is the
shelter the abundance of comfort brings to the heart.
The meal of joy,the melodies of hope and the pride and humility
of affluence,all these life has set me apart.
I punch hard but still get knocked out by success,the world
seems to be revolving at the same very point.Hahaha! a sad
out laugh of fears because I begin and seem to end at this very point.
Some people,family,friends and acquaintances seem happy,sit on the
walls and stand with folded arms and look unconcerned while my life
structure collapse in disjoint.
What a world,I lie in my lonely bed over a ponder.
Because these were my very dream before the thunder.
Copyright © Seth Agyei Asamoah | Year Posted 2013
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