Who By? Dare Set Us Apart At The Cross Road! Poem by Milova Matthias

I wander lonely as a cloud!
That reeks and prays.
Over hills and valleys.
Once like Kwesi, I have been at the cross road.
That decision to make I coincide.
Having no sweetness of temper or nature.
Who by? Dare lifts the lamp of love.
Only you!
As innocent as in your face myself I see.
Your love for me deeper than the deepest sea.
But I must confess, he who peels the joy off humans.
The manacling of woes.
Makes me afraid.
Even though to our abode they doth not dare.
Aye! I must confess, I'm afraid of woes.
Who for peace and happiness, they live not for.
For to them, we are but bubbles that last not for always.
Like a smoke who bequeaths on the way.
But eh, silently whatever joy we have left.
May be imprinted in us as we live life's turbulencies.
And forever!