These Times Poem by anne achayo

At times such as these, I wish to squire into madness
Times that make me give up all my life of unfulfilness
Times that make me dwindle like a cycopath, erupt like a volcano!

This times make me wish I was a flower
Born to bloom; see the world in a short while
Worry would cease from my life,
and nothing would seem tough

But if the worries would find their path
Find me and torment me a they do,
I would have no problem with that
For soon I would wither in the earth..

But in times such as this,
Wishes are like dust
To be visualised as dreams..then..
Whisked away by the wind