Dead Man
He is riding my back day and night
Like a horseman on a horse,
I have been through the fire, but I did not get scorched;
He has a grip on my left and right brain hemisphere,
Like a pregnant woman grip her husband's hand when it's time to conceive
He keeps hounding and bothering me daily;
He reminds me of nothing but my past,
Like a mother embrace her child with love
Just like I am nobody, the dead man push and shove
Holding my dream and goals in hostage
Like a victim who wants to be free
Making it so difficult for me to prosper and succeed
He stinks and the odor is getting louder day by day
Anything is possible to those who believe and speak "I can" "I can"
People were astounded when I got rid of the dead man
Copyright © Tamarah Mack | Year Posted 2012
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