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THE TROUBLES OF A SOUL





Do I really have a life?
Nay! Chaos and turbulence it does seem.
My visions do Storms dominate
I grow weary, for indeed I am lost
My future bleak and I unhappy.

And though, myself, I find unfortunate
Why make I yet another to suffer?
God can help me achieve my dreams
Peace of mind Him alone can grant me
True to His words He would not fail me.

Yet I fear my disobedience wear out His patience
I cower within me to behold his anger
He is all I've got, all I hope, all I wish for.
Who can ever help me out of my distress,
Or indeed give me a better future?

By Seaun "Arewa" Gbadebo

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