My Passion Made A Fantasy(Original Version) Poem by Nana Sampson

like a world in Jupiter, my passion was made a fantasy right from infancy.even out of the womb, my welcome address spelt my doom.'doctor' wasn't out of my lullaby and was told, that, i will be known.even though i couldn't talk but the word 'doctor' was followed by my cry.my cry that was meant to ply but was above my sky.i waited for the time i could talk hoping that that will be the end of it all.like Alice in the wonderland, my plight never reach the dreamland.a doctor that never got me tickled but always made me tingle.my poem was always their germ and the syringe was their firm.a bitter pill i ought to drink.
now i hold her pulse, but my heart is reciting those poems.those who brought me here are not there right now that I'm in fear.the money though will be coming but my heart gradually is dying.my passion made a fantasy, a world full of mysteries.