Kingsley Antwi Poet I do not know?

Time

THERE CAME A TIME WHEN TIME COULD NOT HARBOR ME IN ITS OWN TIME
I WAS TOLD TIME HAS ITS OWN WAY OF TELLING EVERYONE OF HIS OWN TIME
MY PAIN WAS TIME
MY THOUGHT WAS TIME
SO I ASKED MANY QUESTIONS LIKE THERE WERE NO QUESTIONS TO ASK THE ONE WHO 
GAVE ME TIME TO BE HEARD WITH THESE QUESTIONS
TIME WERE LIKE SEASONS WHICH REQUIRED DIFFERENT VISIONS TO VISUALIZE EACH 
DAY WITH DIFFERENT PASSIONS
 MY LIFE TICKED BECAUSE THE HANDS OF TIME WOULD NOT PROMISE ME A BETTER 
TOMORROW
OBSESSED WITH FAILURE MY NAME WAS CARVED IN HISTORY AS A MYSTERY BUT VERY 
BRIEFLY
MY DAYS WERE NUMBERED 
THE CLOCK WAS TICKING
MY THOUGHTS WERE FADING
MY KNEES WERE HURTING
I PRAYED LIKE I WAS A GOD IN MY OWN RIGHT
FIGHT! WAS THE ONLY TEXT THE PREACHER SAID ON EVERY SUNDAY
I STARVED MY DREAMS BECAUSE THEY NEEDED NEW PHASES LIKE ANGELS LIVING IN 
HADES
VENGEANCE WAS A HINDRANCE SO I FLITED WITH MY PAST SECRETLY BECAUSE I GOT 
MARRIED TO THE FUTURE
I NEVER CHOSE TO BE WISER AND BRIGHTER BUT MY PAST DID, SO HOW COULD I HAVE 
NOT FLITTED WITH IT. 
TODAY I COUGH ALL THESE WORDS TO MAKE THE MAN NEXT DOOR TO KNOW THAT IT IS 
TIME!

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