Abekah Emmanuel

Silver Star - 3,825 Points (12 may 1992 / Ghana, Eastern Region,)

The Foe - Poem by Abekah Emmanuel

Our emotions indeed
Is a foe to our wills:
Our best friends indeed
Are our enemy worst,
Like death to our sweet breath.
Here lies my great visions:
Here lies my unique thoughts,
Where lies my emotions
Who always make me faults?
Oh! I wish you are dead.

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Comments about The Foe by Abekah Emmanuel

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/18/2016 5:41:00 AM)


    Like death to our sweet breath! Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

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  • Aries Profanisaurus (9/9/2014 5:23:00 PM)


    Wishing someone to be dead is not a good thing. Wishing your faults were dead is a dream for which almost everyone can relate to. Nice work (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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