For too long
I’ve tried to transform
This four letters word
Which you see as the highest
Level of impossibility
A ship that you will ride with me
But I think it is sinking
And there’s no safety boat to escape
Because I refused to be reminded
After the last ship wreck
That made my eyes served as
Source of running water
Because I couldn’t control
The unstoppable flow of my tears
I can still feel them dancing in
The valley of my cheeks
Like the sound of Angel Fall.
I think there’s no need for any ship
© Benyeakeh Miapeh Junior
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