Our Footbridge Poem by Elvis Addae

We laid our mats to rest our bodies
Our only opportunity to do so
But insomnia interfered leaving our eyes wide-opened
And our unrest had nowhere to go

The demon in our environs attempted to straight
Our trails which had not been made
Leaving our courages sore afraid
Even beside our loosed unbounded chains
And our decisiveness became a thing of the olden days

How could a dunce understand road signs?
Let alone he should cross
No matter how swift he was
His tit of doubt wouldn't lift his cross

Souls then attempt the easy way out
The broad lane risk leading to death
How then is access to life?
Neglecting our footbridge
The only true way that could give us breath