Torments Of My Own
Forsake me my clumsy heart
I have known peace and joy
But held them as a baby held a toy
How foolish a mischief on my part
Daring darling endeavours
Gaming the survival tempest
Stunts begrudge in me a shredded grandeur
I have found the misery I sought
After war is peace
The folklore reminds me of a call to action
The steps I braved shape me motionless
I fret on how beyond is history, ahead of my time
Glory glory
I enjoy the distant story
But my present flow
Praised me master of pain
Novice to tranquillity
Disintegration so delicate
Agonizing my muse with great artistry
Destruction going so far with distraction
No allow even the cunning faith of mine to burglarize its masterpiece
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BillNwabuko
Bill Chima Nwabuko is a liberian writer, who writes both prose and poetry . His father is a nigerian and mother is a Sierra Leonean but he consider himself a Liberian for he believes that Liberia has played a key role in shaping his life as a person and thus he owes his life and alligance to her. His writings are mostly emotional, rangingfrom pain, delight, dilemma and so forth
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