Ever since she left,

Aphrodite fled from me,

then Apollo visited my world

with crying dirges of myself

my mind morphed into the

calculus of confusion

Sadness was the cobra,

that bit me with melancholic fangs,

and the venom of indecision,

I found my mentality dancing in irregularity,

simply put, I had a refracted mind;

I couldn't think straight,

all my visions became crooked

Then De-graft Jr. became the walking war,

the exact illustration of indecision,

if anybody wanted to show you the definition

of indecision,

all he could have done was to show

you my picture,

Some of my steps were immitations

of someone,

photocopies of shadows,

all this because of a broken heart,

well, I know a lot of people

will hardly believe my story

because I used to smile a lot,

that was only to hide my wounded self

What can I say?

Part of this venom

was injected into me

since I was a baby,

almost everything was done for me,

so decide for myself,

looked extremely big to me,

only someone who was pampered

by his or her parents would understand me

Well, my name is De-graft Afful Jr.

and I was the walking war,

the convict of indecision.

                                       By Kakraba Afful

• Written by De-graft Afful Jr..
• In category Social Life.
• 14 years ago.

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