Diary of a Mad Man

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    By Kingsley Godstime
    When death took my loved ones
    Tears clothed my eyes like a pregnant cloud
    Ready to give her child to the earth
    I was filled with millions thoughts
    Who will I make proud
    Who'll rejoice at my success
    All my effort has come to nought.
    Will I ever come out of this sea of sorrow?
    Will I ever be sure of a better tomorrow?
    Will my life ever be in resilience?
    when it is filled with water of pestilence
    Will I ever find solace
    When it's like a raging storm
    Only a Miracle can amend
    I'm now a wanderer,
    A vagabond all over the area
    I no more think success
    Or any related to greatness
    All on my medulla
    Is walking thousand miles
    Snatch bread and possibly butter
    Scare people, and of course
    Laugh at ants playing football
    In the spirit world...
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  • Oyin Young: Tuesday, 28 February 2017 at 20:03:00
  • Label(s): Kingsley Godstime , Poems
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