My Fears Poem by Benjamin Paa Willie

My fears, and many doubts I had,
Were numberless like the dead
I believed, in this towering cedar
And iron walls, I am protected
From the poisoned darts of foes
Unseen spirits lurk in the night
Mostly those of once living men
To snatch my soul; cease my being
For reasons, strangely, never explained
(Mortal beings had me believe)
I dreaded night and venerated day
I dreaded the dead, venerated the living
Oh my regrets don't swallow me now
I pray lo you captive of unfounded fear
It is for you I write with my last blood
Descending the dead underworld
And yet agonizingly breathing my last
True I know not by whose blade I die
But I know, my life passing away, that
Spirits of once living men are no predators
Of ours
Regretful
I lived with misplaced fears
I …