I could hear deception snoring

in his eyes,

a darkness, darker than the mystery

of the imitating shadows


I suspect he was

a pile of sleeping dynamite,

it just required a fire of irksomeness

to ignite him,

then he would come out of

his silent shell,

a shrapnel of ignorance

to explode and blow up

all men in his way.

                                 By Kakraba Afful

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Written by
De-graft Afful Jr.
I am an eighteen year old writer, who wants to be recognized worldwide for my writing. I currently live in Utah, Orem. I LOVE writing.
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