This soul of hurt and sorrow
What peace toll will it borrow
To leave for astral ‘plane
When this body sets sail?
Strength saps
When thoughts of my blood visibly shakes
With less mentality
Who’ll be the caretaker when I leave for astral ‘plane?
This here
In this chest enclave
Shakes and breaks
As it thinks about it
Seraph please rise!
Rise to my defence and cries!
And protect all my debris
No matter how filthy, please.
ASC (c) 2014
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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