As I drink the

bitter bile of melancholy,

the sky moans

and the dark side

visits my heart

with the shriek

of a death scythe

Then shall I bury myself

with rigorous will

and be the clay's brethren,

and suffocate happiness

till the breathe of light

becomes extinct,

the clock ticks slowly,

and the graveyard

defies life

Now I fall...

bottomless

in this endless

futile brawl with the darkness,

I let it clothe me,

the ears of mercy

are deaf

but still the silent

violin of bliss

plays with a transparence,

vomited by the fog

which convicts my

very sanctity,

and rapes my existence.

By Kakraba Afful

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

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