Sunday, April 12, 2015

Day 12: Wither


I'll wither
And die if I must
Rather than be a stranger
Who's practically lost.
The inner mystery
Thrusts me like a dart.
And the poignant details will author history
But not until I start.
But I could not begin
On another's dream
Or be the stem of a fickle wish.
Truth is I seek to pursue
A goal that won't confuse
The vitals within
And to assume something useful
Which initiates the buildup to a beautiful
Conquering of destinies too.

Akpan



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