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Jan 2018
MY TESTAMENT 2

Today as a bird, I bath with the rays of the sun
And as I fly, I speak my thoughts out loud to the sky
Sending messages to my past and those that dwell in It
That Depression is Oppression,
Defined by self-hate
Which seals its prisoner’s fate
Stabs and jabs to see you bleed
Holds man captive and throws out the key
Makes man walk on abandoned beaches
And know the death of places
It makes you walk pass cabins,
Cabins, that holds memories of past your lovers
It makes you live your past in the present
And disorient your future.
It makes you taste the city of joy in you
But feel the cities of grief
Depression are memories fighting to stay alive
It is a woman crying into herself
They are footprints
Leading to a map pf hopeless kingdom.
                  
                                                          KEMBA MARK
                                                             2017.
This is a continuation of my testament about a boy facing depression and finding recovery.
Written by
Kemba Mark  Nigeria
(Nigeria)   
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