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I AM JUST A BOY


 


A boy trampled by woes of this world. 

Defiled by deeds of my kind.


I am a boy of my own, snared with wittiest of all melancholy, 

An elegy of my success.


I am a boy, castrated by life struggles, bearded with toils of my old age in my youth. 


I am a boy left in my solo, seeking reasons behind life endless vendetta. 


Dark days endless in my boyhood, old days just a reminiscence.


Walking down the lane of doom, invited by fears of living a miserable life, I am the boy.


I am a boy left alone in loneliness,😔

Searching my mind with a pure intent, that of what may befall me.


I am that boy, in my youth life is evil.

A devil, ravaging my kind of their youthfulness and stories of good old days.


Rain, let it pour to wash off my desolate boyhood with a hope of a brighter days only my last resort. I am a boy.


Set afar by struggles of my pot of gold, I drowned in an ocean of worries with oasis of hope far fetched.


I am a boy battered in search of love,  fanciful mind purging me of truth that love is the language of the old.


I am a boy forging even when dreams seem a failure, wrestling hard never to succumbed to toils of life.


I am a boy, bathed in my sweat, dripping one drop at a time, solely happing hourly.


 I am a boy like you separated by paths that lead us not awry. 


The boy!


writuer!


✍🏾 Patrick Ekong ©️

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