NOT DESTINED

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Though opaque, true it is.
Tis’ emanates from hateful peaks.
A gibbering of nonsense;
In my lifetime of escaped sense.
All good things eludes with
confidence,
Dropped in the center of
calamities;
And walking amidst thorns of
stupidities.
Not destined for anything greater.
Chow! Pow! Pow! The beatings from
destiny
Dripping tears from agony’s grip,
Wailings of a desiccated heart,
Ghastly taken over by nature’s
wickedness.
Am a shadow in reality
The little pint of darkness in
creativity,
A mere mirage in destiny’s path,
The conjuring for death.
Impaired from the heart to the
soul
Impaled by destiny’s dogged arrow.
Sunked deep into the insanity
black-hole,
Tartarus calls for my head.
Written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com
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