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
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