My soul throbs,
My soul wails,
My soul cries
My soul stings
My soul weakens.
The flesh toils till a voyage to the unknown realm
Nature is unexplainable
The heart glimpses, mourn's the
enormity of men
Isn't that enough as the splendours of the world crave for heavy laden?
The Days go Nights go Dusks go Man goes
Day comes Night comes Dusk comes
But human comes not, upon all the heavy laden, we are laid in beautiful furniture in the mud, the voyage is that inevitable,
The guilelessness of man all ends in fissures, the indigent, the robust are not spared, the young, the aged are not spared by this phenomena
Oh, oh, Oh, OOH, where are thy souls striding?
Where are thy souls roosting?
Oh goddess of ancient myth
come imbibe in us the mysteries of life.
Now I agree with Kelly Roper's
"Tears on my pillow"
Tears on my pillow,
I can't count how many I've cried.
I feel so awfully hollow,
Almost like it's me that died.
But yet, I know death is inevitable
I will also cross the Bar
Alfred Lord Tennyson made it clear.
After All, Upon All, At Long Last
We left all things behind, we left the ambitions behind, we left the love behind, we left the beauty virtues behind
But,
I agree OSIBISA that Heavens knows how we will get there.
Let us grieve in peace for a smooth voyage.
By:Gideon K.N.Y Appiah
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