This Moment Of Weakness My Weakness Poem by Oduro Bright Amoh

This Moment Of Weakness My Weakness



This moment of weakness has been my weakness
This fondness for kindness, my madness!
This trying circumstances which cling like a leech
Onto the soft skin of my future cadaver
Has been the invitation to my woe.
I who found great relief in war
Now find grave war in relief
My celebration of joy: the effect of which is pain.
The fortune days are withered,
The laughter days have dried
The playful days are over
The sunny days have died
Now arrives the life whose warning was trumpeted
Whose tidings were heralded
Whose melancholy was prophesied
My weakness, my shame!
It's a shame, oo my weakness.
Tears fill the drum
Which first poured forth wine
The one abundant in mirth
Now abounds in lamentations
This moment of weakness has been my weakness
This fondness for kindness my madness!

Monday, March 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: weakness,despair,regret,sorrow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 18 April 2016

Yes! The laughter days have dried. Nice piece of work.

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