A calling,
A desire,
A burden,
Spitting fire
Plays with my emotions.
Conceding a loud tranquility
Tailored to overwhelm all my
senses
Like a potent potion.
Pouring over my heart
Like a storm in a teacup.
Paralyzing me yet, charging
me up for a good start.
Clearing the ashes for my
soul to erupt;
To supersede
In the quest to achieve.
Akpan
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