In the depths of my soul, there's an ache of uncertainty toggling my thoughts, a burning fire.
uncertain if I've lost control,
unconscious choices leading me
to a stagnant soul?
Regrets linger,
leaving me livid, consumed by rage,
anger burning deep, a fire that won't fade.
a ghostly presence of FATE haunts and taunts
Like the Harmattan breeze that blows, hot and dry
Leaving nothing but dust and despair in its sigh.
Uncertain of the path, Uncertain of the dawn, illusion I've created
of my existence,
hasn't transited to reality.
Reality seems distant,
life hurdle a speed bump as I journey
I journey through life's winding road, Through every toll gate.Through every barrier bestowed
It's a journey, it will definitely have an end.i'll hold on to hope, I'll hold unto faith, And maybe someday, I'll arrive.
~Jacklyne.C. Ahia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem