By Frederick Elumah 4 months ago

My new age

spores on my skin. . .

tears flows down my chic

my heart beating fast

lost in my thought,

felt the silence

a solace under the almond,

taken back to years apast,

a resolution i made with mere mouth,

a leading to my drastic fall,

choice to choose by flattered redundancies,

mistake of career path. . .

age no longer on my path

but here is a new year to start,

the sun is still very hot to dry my wet cloth. . .

all issues flows with my head,

non the less,

i am glad for a new age,

an assured time for a change,

stepping deep down above my stage,

a saga of a reborn

who have long awaited a miracle.

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