A broken heart waiting to be glued
A scattered mind waiting for an inspiration
A sinking soul waiting for a pulling hand
A troubled body taking rest in a dream world
Chased away by the cruel hands of reality
A thousand sermons, believing in a change
Tears shed day and night
Lingering visions regardless of troubles shrouding it
The sight of folks progressing
A troubled heart shrouded by forged smiles
A three day warmth from three children
Consoling the heart for a jiffy
A sweet-bitter me
By Nartey Romeo
Akwetey
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