The Battle Poem by angel dzidula komla gbedemah

We win that we deem deserving,
We lose that battle in cold blood,
With tears of agony,
Ebbing down our cheeks.
We had fears,
We lost focus,
So they imprisoned our spirits.
We are mindless and crazy,
Ready to fulfill our grieving thoughts.
Dead zone is where our guts hides,
And no path to return,
To hope and spirited peace.
Freedom is like a fallacy,
Because the wish of it,
Is next to impossible.
Hmmmm……
Waves tiding, brain burning;
And delightness embraces my lazy dream.
A dream to escape this one day.
A day I could smile again.
In comfort and sparkling joy.
WRITTEN BY ANGEL DZIDULA KOMLA