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Awakening


Something's definitely wrong with me. But each time I try to describe how I feel, words seem to fail me. It's like my head is loaded with explosives and pretty soon ld explode in bits and pieces. Like an overblown balloon, I feel like i'ld burst the next minute Emptied of every substance within and into thin air they'ld vanish. I know I'm sounding quite crazy But I'm not. It's real! please try to believe me. Every night I lay on my bed, I can't bring myself to sleeping. No. Cos this cruel beast in me won't let me. I toss and I turn and I turn and I toss till I find myself screaming "What is wrong with me!" This little whispers I'm hearing have gradually turned to echoes so deafening. I hear echoes of a million voices in my head screaming simultaneously at me. "Set me free!" they kept yelling. Then, with arms wrapped around my head now heavy, I'ld do my best trying to fight it. "Stop it! Stop it!! Let me be!!!" I'ld yell back at these unseen voices quite hopelessly. Oh God I'm losing it! I think I'm going crazy. Please help me. There's been a giant in me struggling to break free. For 8150 days of my life I've done my best in caging it. Still against my will it's fighting, Struggling to come outta me. I've been stretched beyond limit. Pretty soon my fragile soul ld break to a million atomic pieces. Well., I'm done trying. I can no longer curtail it. I shamefully concede defeat. Whatever the hell it is you want from me, I'll gladly let you have it. If it's freedom you want, then you've got it! Just let me be and restore back my peace. *Sighs* The bells are now ringing. The drums are beating. Each time I hear the clock ticking, My heart starts pounding. I think now's the perfect timing To unveil the real me. It's time to quit hiding. and start dancing to the rhythms of destiny. When I emerge even the brightness of the Sun wouldn't match my rising. It's the dance of AWAKENING! So folks, watch out for me. Emmanuel Momoh © 2019
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Emmanuel Momoh

A thriving Nigerian poet and writer. An introvert who loves God and Beautiful gospel music

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