By Abie Rachel ogoh Nyassi
There is no distance so great,
That can put daughter and father apart
But death,
But when the heart beats faster,
It is filled with emotions and pain
The united souls no longer live together but depart they shall live till the end of time,
As the Stones and bones will become dust,
The trees and rivers will become earth,
The birds of the air and moon will be unseen,
So as the our faces and voices will be unrealized,
Memories and stories will be forgotten,
In fear I live because I was powerless,
In sorrow I dwell because I was voiceless,
In Misery I was known because I was effortless,
In tears I live because I was consider as fool,
In difficult circumstances I found my self because I was lost,
In a long search of a Mysterious path,
I had to leave My pen behind,
By the flying birds,
I look for direction,
Walking through the dark boulevard,
Dangling with hope unsure of,
I can’t trace my path,
If by the end of time,
They’ll be a place called,
my comfort zone,
A way lost in hope and believe,
In a misty unseen dreamland,
I was thinking fast but my brain was dead,
My life was like a neurosurgeon,
My life was a story,
Short of breath and I was dying gradually,
Years ago when daddy was laid to rest,
I was consider as no body by the few,
Caged under darkness for so long,
I Emaciated from a hope on tract,
Only an endless journey,
MY face is an ocean of wonders,
Representing the pillars of creation,
Like a cornerstone of Education,
The grace of wisdom only sleep in the heart of light minded,
My skin replicate an achiever’s mark,
I sustain and retain every hit like Noah’s ark.
I am strengthless doesn’t mean I am not bold,
My gaze holds the account of creation,
I hide secrets and unveil mysteries,
I am stainless and spotless,
Because I am God fearing,
From the river of purity I drank
Ate from the plate of divinity,
With all sincerity,
Fed on the dish of quality,
To live in dignity,
I am yet hidden for a Purpose
Though the rhythm isn’t yet composed,
But then I stop to ask,
who has the final say?
Who truly determines my pay?
Isn’t the sun for another day?
The land is green and full of hay,
I am headed for greatness,
So much about me to think less,
I have a destiny not a destination,
Soon they’ll see the manifestation,
I am sowing seeds and bringing forth breeds,
The results will speak of my deeds.
I will find rest Because I am blessed,
I remain your poet
@Abie Rachel ogoh Nyassi
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