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  Strange things Voice of the deads Echoes in my head  Strange place Graveyard looming  Hallows like the hoots of the owls  Strange things  Dark path, emptying at the great beyond. Cries of thousand souls beset with pains Strange feels Wind eoleon, humming  Thru the tombstone  Strange feels  Stretched below feets  Ep​i​taph, the only message  Strange things  Humans you called friends Stab with so much strength  Strange things  Life sucks 😪  toil and moil our daily dose   Strange things  Bonds are broken with acts Love are demean with words  Strange things  Not the enemy you frowned But the friends you dine  Strange things  The earth is topsy-turvy Mortals living in agony.  Strange things Love sapping me off my strength, Hate engulfing the soul of my  heart  Strange things Words offered in anger, birth of a pregnant heart. lips that smile, same that destroys Strange th...

I am fit to wear this cap.  I will take it with guts. Without fear of hurt I am fit to wear the crown 👑  Crown of champion 🏆  That of the throne 😍  I am fit to dress like a King A might in my kingdom  I am not afraid.  Never frit.  I am not done yet Not until I hit the head Target of sweat  But the reward is sweet  ~ Patrick Ekong ©️

Sojourner, walking the earth. flip-flop, the staggering steps of a tired soul  Oil lamplll, burning  To keep the soul warm while alive.  The lonely path of earth  Befogged by dews of our toils. Owls of torture 😫  Hooting out misery  A path dreaded in thorns and shrubs A weaker soul sucked off it life. Every step lifted with sweat  Each success abysmal it weight  The anecdotes of this tale  Withered to be a tale.  While the oil lamp burn, Travel thy path  Without hurting a heart.  Remember, life ooze against time  With none ever beating the time.  As you wrestle thru the gloomy path Light the route of a soul sojourning  It may be the last act of kindness  Left of you as you sojourn. Lift a soul Hug a soul Without harming a soul ~ Patrick Ekong ©️ www.writuer.blogspot.com