Grief
looking beyond the sky, yes i stare above the mountain.
to climb it in several trips that at last i build a tower.
withing my thought the heavens raise their smiles but the earth place me bellow the mountain.
rest became my enemy that at the end we will all leap for joy.
prayer became my lover but in a loud voice i heard the negative of my prayer.
melancholy became my lover that i be a lover of women for joy.
several were called, none was chosen,
the instrument of the village remotes for failure.
mr sylvester udemezue was right about you but i was made powerless to bring you down.
daily sleeping in the class and pressing of my phone to overcome the sleep,
though i studied like tomorrow will be the exam day yet failure laid its hand on me.
oh, lest i be ungrateful.
it is only the foolish one that will not appreciate God.
there is nothing that happens to man without God knowing.
praise to the creator for the unfolding success.
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