The Boy Is Pained - Poem by Jackson Nyoho
The world is biting me hard,
A crocodile is under my bed
Snakes are now my best friends
But such, i dont get bothered.
Trees are the strength of my roof
My path is filled with water
so botter is the water like a strange wine;
But such, i do not even care.
I move my head from the box,
Thinking my mind out the room,
Building a strong coverage for my imagination;
But yet, i still can't get the edge.
In all i do, i mean the best.
All mine words, are dearly created,
seriously spoken from my heart
Yes, the journey has just began.
I will rest on his Salvation,
That who maketh man,
he gave all what i may ever need nor want.
Yes, he is my refuge and remains my shield
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