He Mystery
Looking into my imaginations and soothe yourself
Because tomorrow I shall be ragging, storming, clashing, swamping and soaring
Pacifying nature’s commotion
Today, I am weak, pale, dry, and soak with emptiness and man’s abuse of my serenity
If you think my existence is an illusion, I dare you to gaze into my awakening
I shall sweep a whole village in my rage just like I did as it is called tsunami
Sometime my calmness is taking for a fool, but I can full a nation in a split of a second
Sometimes my complexity is mock
But I shall remain to my true self….
Who am I you ask
I
Am
Awoh
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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