The Struggles Of This Dreams Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

My hands are full,
Tired with all this dreams,
Skeleton within my entire body,
Swimming across the edges of my lungs,
Screaming out loud saying,
What is life without us living?
What is life without this dreams?

Dreams looking for a perfect frame,
To be fixed on the walls of my heart,
Riding along with the speed of my joy
Until I settled down with happiness,
That will come like rain,
Falling on a good day,
With lot of smiles to give.

A lot of wind I know,
I would fight with to get there,
Miles I know I would walk to get there,
More shadows of me I would see,
As I travel along,
Darkness would I face,
To reach the light of this dreams.