Self-detonation
Every since you went
my mind took a train
to the station of destruction,
so I became a walking bomb,
bound to explode,
detonated by the sorrow of the days
My happiness had been convicted
for the felony of laughter?
I can't believe this,
but it is only now,
when the my soul is cuffed
with your departure
that I was destined for sadness
and this powerful destruction
The clock continues to moan,
as it knows that a life is eliminated
the moment is reaches destination
zero and the world goes dark,
my eyes closed forever.
By Kakraba Afful
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