FATE
The state of the taste that renders me vulnerable and weak, that taste that causes me to moan like a dog and embrace the fiery darts of this vile temptation.
My heart is torn apart by the deficiency of this art where I become creative for all the wrong reasons and find myself plunging in the mire of sorrow and anguish.
I yearn to flee the courts of this damnation, to embrace the cause of a more civilised lifestyle , forsaking the whims that seek to pin me to a never ending life of grave strife.
I want some peace of mind,
I need to leave these bizarre matters behind,
To start afresh in a new land where my past is unknown and my weirdness is unfelt.
Will I encounter the peace I so desire??
Will I find rest when it’s all said and done??
The winds charge at my soul, the storm rearing its ugly head.
Maybe the calm after the chaos will only come when I’ve learnt to bridle the wild passions of the flesh.
Maybe I don’t need an escape, all I need is the priceless gift of self control and a touch of the Spirit.
Dawn whispers silently in the distance,
Soon day will break and the sun will shine.
Will things be any different??
Will I charter a dignified and noble path??
It’s all written in the stars what my fate will be.
Reynold Adjei
