My last results in every situation is waiting
My past experience in all my condition was patience
To kill or harm my fellow man for gains is out of order and over my dead body
My resolutions are my
revolutions in the poor primitive way of my life
My fears are the foes in these clear waters Should I fall deep into the rocks what would be the taste of falling
without stopping untill I am still alive after the falls
Should I leave or stay in this body that is mine not to which I owe no mind to control any more Swinging me between
the walls and the wars of being alive to face the consequences of my deliquesce from ice into vapour
And from the clouds I fall again and again as rains for no gains but
flow as river to make love to the sea
How will they tell the real story of my madness and unable in thinking and reason for myself
It's been awhile I
would be no more, no, for a while I would be every where, no, with a while I would be nothing and everything
Why not try the pills or fall from the hills or a rope around the neck with a sharp fall
Yes I know why, no, I can't say goodbye
It's would be over dead body
©️®️ Felix Atta Amoakoh
30/09/22
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