My Cry.

MY CRY. My words have been misplaced like dangling mods. I have strived for this life in the most common ways But been denied it countless times. On both occasions or not. What am I going to tell my soul When my heart is broken? I can't feel myself as a human anymore in this world. I just can't witness sorrow riding me in a ship of agonies. Am I a spectator of my own struggles or A driver in relation to an accidental event lacks impromptu? Would I be able to tell future generations? What caused me to sink? Would I be able to pave the road for them to Eat weed for a superb breakfast? I just don't know what documentary I'm going to lend them in order for them to pen Down a suitable journal. ©J. Momodu Talisman Kromah, Jr.