Tired limbs

As life’s mountains climb

Roaring voices

Penetrating through the dark hollows of the brains with diverse choices

How does one choose the right 

And make life bright?

And why does faith sits in the unseen hole

Shivering not to be whole

For my touch when need be?

Is faith a she or a he?

Pushing on

Just latching on

Life’s jungle and being haunted

By ghostly troubles and taunted

By eyes unseen and voices unheard

May twist my head

But life must surely present me, at the end of this game, a comfortable bed.




By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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