TROUFEATLINGS

TROUBLE

Upon the dawn of trouble

Fear rises in symbol

Crawling through the mind

Painfully to the land of the heart

Upon the dawn of defeat

Regret takes a seat

Flashing back to the beginning of war

And watching painfully as bitterness worked

Upon the fall of a maestro

The pain jerks him into

His mother’s arms as he watches

His greatness through to his fall

Light, then darkness

Darkness then light

Jerking and screaming

Hold hands in synonyms.

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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8 replies on “TROUFEATLINGS”

WOW. WOW. WOW.

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Thanks so much.

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This is a great blog. Are you from Africa? Thank you for this pieces of love. I know, it’s hard ey. Not one day like another one, that’s why I like cooking because it is always the same, but predictably unpredictable if you know what I mean.

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