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Attah John Poem
In the depths of shadowed realms they dwell,
Two minds ensnared by illusion’s spell.
Both tread the same path, their goal in sight,
Wounded yet resolute, they journey through the night.
In despair, they find solace in each other’s embrace,
But will life grant them grace, or leave them to chase?
Together they stride, seeking truth’s light,
Guiding each other through the endless night.
Amidst the gloom, a flicker of hope ignites,
Can the extraordinary become routine in their sights?
Will they find what they seek, or be led astray,
In life’s capricious game of give and sway?
Love emerges from shadows, a crimson rose in bloom,
Its tendrils entwining their hearts, dispelling gloom.
Will they gamble on this fragile bloom’s chance,
Or watch it wither in life’s relentless dance?
Only the heavens know the answer to this tale,
As they wander, hearts entwined, love’s light frail.
But in love’s garden, fate undefined,
A rose still blooms, defying the tide.
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In life's grand tapestry, we weave our tale,
Striving, reaching, against the winds that assail.
Yet in our pursuits, a shadow cast,
The specter of death, inevitable and vast.
Battles waged with vigor, dreams pursued,
Yet mortality's whisper cannot be subdued.
A test unyielding, a foe untamed,
In the dance of life, death remains unnamed.
No matter the triumphs, the victories won,
The final battle is yet to be shunned.
Through the labyrinth of time, we tread,
A journey to an unknown realm we're led.
Who can conquer the inevitable night,
Challenge the darkness, embrace the light?
In the symphony of life, a poignant refrain,
Death's melody persists, a haunting strain.
So, strive we must, against the fading light,
For in our struggles, we find our might.
Yet humbled we stand, in the face of the unknown,
For in life's grand design, death's seeds are sown.
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In a world of journeys,
A path we found,
A path woven with waves of emotions,
A path of laughter and tears.
RCF, a home of care we found.
RCF
A journey of change,
A journey of power,
A journey of unity,
A journey of voices,
A journey of love.
RCF, a journey that stretched us.
RCF
A journey where shyness turned to bravery,
A journey of learning,
A babe once, now grown in grace,
A journey of one becoming a multitude,
A journey of instability now firm and grounded.
RCF, where my heart belongs.
How do I say goodbye?
A journey engraved in my heart,
A journey that forged us into warriors,
A journey that taught us resilience.
RCF, a journey completed, strong and true.
In RCF, a family I found.
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Attah John Poem
Teenage age
The adolescent stage, they call it
An age where you start to understand the world
A stage of supposed maturity
But how confusing it can be
Souls shrouded in endless mystery
Wandering lost in search of answers
Minds wavering like wild hogs
In the darkness of the night
There they seek solace
Like humans, yet with souls of vampires
Minds haunted by the daylight
At the heart of the night
There they find comfort
The trials of a teenager
Spread like a wild fire
In the blood of these tormented vampires
A virus cloaked in anguish
In the blood of these young ones, it evolves
In this adolescent stage
Lies a slim chance of survival
On this precarious road to survival
Lies the tears and blood of these innocent souls
Traumatized, but few emerge as survivors
The warriors who cling to the thread of hope
Victory awaits at the end of the road
It's called a stage of maturity
But how mistaken they are
In the lives of these young ones
Lies a dreadful stage of the world.
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