Kadafi Motingwa Poet Ballad

Tha Cry of a Lost Soul

I used to walk in shadows, I used to feel restraint
I used to look for meadows, so green in coloured paint
My life was full of sadness, I used to be suppressed
Though felt a grain of gladness, deep down inside my chest
I knew it was maturing, just waiting to burst out
The voice inside me warning, of those who are without
I had to seek the Serpent, to give me hidden learning
He knew I would be servant, of Hell and all concerning
All alone on the hills of despair
pleading to him who doesn't care
demanded my faith & drove me insane
rewarded me with suffering & pain
My Lord My God take pity on me
I am your servant loyal to thee

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Edward Ebbs January 28, 2016 at 7:24 AM Thank you for sharing, congratulations :)

Daniel Turner January 28, 2016 at 7:10 AM A poetic testimonial. You have gone from lightness to darkness, then a feeling of contrition seeking God's absolution Very well done, Kadifa. (Of course this is my interpretation)