A Withering song by Dennis Okyere Brako

A Withering song by  Dennis Okyere Brako

Left in the middle of the forgotten path

The journey has come to a sudden bend

Why turn my song to a dwindling end?

My deepest affliction at the sharpened edge

Sadly, broken! My guitar strings

The Medley’s slanted, I cannot sing

The drums are silent in the middle of my dance

Am deeply wounded by thunder’s pounce

Was peaceful! Oh love why come along

A thing they say can never go wrong

Yet could not stand the tempest toss

Shards of sadness, am looking at my loss

Floods of the grief has overflown my soul

Floating in the distance goes my only bowl

Rain not again you cloud of uncertainty

I’m drenched enough in this rain of reality

My arrows are spent, leisurely walks my prey

I crave for comfort, I have to pray

I need a light back to Milton’s paradise

Keep me oh Lord, out of sorrow’s bite

In pain I’m chained in the deepest of darkness

Mist and shadows! Am lost in the abyss

I wait for rescue, till an angel comes

For the saving angel who may never come

Beyond all doubt, am hoping beyond hope

I may sound morbid, yet it helps to cope

I’m casting anchor, this voyage has been long

Don’t get me wrong! It’s just a song