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Poetry By: kwakupobi
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its a poem


Submitted:Nov 21, 2011    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My thoughts, my life, my destiny.

My feeling, my touch, my desires.

My lust, my need, my yearning.

My likes, my wants, my longing.

My love, my joy, my faith.

How do I live? How do I hide?

How do I sleep? How do I die?

My life is but a lie and Hippocrates dwell in it.

A dance with Satan. A life time with sin.

A day with Emmanuel. A life time with Paul.

An angel at day and a dragon at night.

A child in a court and a judge in a council.

My thoughts, my life, my destiny.

My feeling, my touch, my desires.

My lust, my need, my yearning.

My likes, my wants, my longing.

My love, my joy, my faith.

When do I stop? When do I start?

When do I stay? When do I live?

A drop each day and now an ocean I drown.

A sand drop each second and now the glass is empty.

My life at stake but a pawn I made.

The chains are tight but the metal is soft.

A fight I can win but courage is lost.

My thoughts, my life, my destiny.

My feeling, my touch, my desires.

My lust, my need, my yearning.

My likes, my wants, my longing.

My love, my joy, my faith.

Will I ever be? Will I ever win?

Will I ever live? Will I ever be encouraged?

I lay in ties, I lay in shame.

I lay with the morning star, I lay with David, I lay with Stephen.

Will the Son of Man banish or will he stand.

My ways are crooked. My ways are broad.

My I wake from this nightmare were I love to be.

My thoughts, my love, my lusts.





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