Emmanuel Owusu Ansah

Alone together with a perception of what I perceive a dream
Ambitious like the sun whose rays cuts the clouds
Yet hopeless;
Like mankind; cut trees for papers and inscribe on them ‘cut not trees'
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I
A clot of blood I was in a manhood I never knew.
For his pleasure's sake; travelled from Walawale
to Kokompe; there a woman he knew.
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Swept away are the memories of the good old days.
In the cold night by the fireside sitting around in circles
To have an earful of Nana's tales
As she spat words of the oracles
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Something we've got inside,
That seeks not to hide.
That which is buried within us deep inside.
In it we've got to confide.
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Your love made me Weird
I was though spared
Your love with mine paired
But I was then scared..
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Tales of Demons were told
Fears got unfolded
Demons talked of
To have grown in the darkness
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