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The strain on me is much, Th clutch of death seem a relief, The burden of life seem hard to bear, And its scars unsightly I breath in am choked, The air acrid and horrid, The grim awaken and seeks me, I have ran for four decades, Its snares i have escaped, When i just feel relief, I then hear grim on my path again. At times i got tired i needed rest, The unending has had a toil on me, Am a living zombie, If i let death get me, I know pain will just be for once, Then eternal peace i will be , Or so I think. Then i heard him call, Daddy daddy is all he could say, My heart melted and swelled with joy, Another smaller version of me. If i go today, who will be called daddy, Whom will the younger me look upto, Who will guide and defend, Who will coach and direct . I have made a resolution, Against all odds and thought, If not for me, let me be , I will fight it, I will engage I will not make it easy, I will never go down without a fight, Just for the younger versions of me.
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 3:43 PM UTC
I choose to live
The strain on me is much, Th clutch of death seem a relief, The burden of life seem hard to bear, And its scars unsightly I breath in am choked, The air acrid and horrid, The grim awaken and seeks me, I have ran for four decades, Its snares i have escaped, When i just feel relief, I then hear grim on my path again. At times i got tired i needed rest, The unending has had a toil on me, Am a living zombie, If i let death get me, I know pain will just be for once, Then eternal peace i will be , Or so I think. Then i heard him call, Daddy daddy is all he could say, My heart melted and swelled with joy, Another smaller version of me. If i go today, who will be called daddy, Whom will the younger me look upto, Who will guide and defend, Who will coach and direct . I have made a resolution, Against all odds and thought, If not for me, let me be , I will fight it, I will engage I will not make it easy, I will never go down without a fight, Just for the younger versions of me.
When all seems blick, when our toil seems naught. Hopr makes us live.
alex-nyaga-ikingi
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 3:43 PM UTC
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