Force Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
Force
What such force cuts my power,
Slowly curtailing me
To the lowest decline
That I strive to stay up.
Following all I've done,
Like a dry withered flower,
To uphold sensing free,
I must hold my soul shine
To gain my strength not drop
To the stage that is none.
Like a long dragging hour,
This force won’t let me be.
Rendering a rest fine
Then crafts the force to stop.
After, the force is gone.
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