Junior's Literature 11(The religion of disbelief)
In the temple of self doubt,
I didn't have to do much,
the main aim was to meditate
on hopelessness
and all my dreams would be
burn to ashes by the fire of cowardice
Self-shyness was the incense
that was burnt, the belief
was in full course once it was inhale,
my mind then worshipped
doom in the sanctuary
called Lack of self-confidence
well, I was a devout worshipper
of this idol,
which fed me with image
that I was a clustomy of disgust
and fed me with lies
and fortified them into truth
in my eyes,
a grim paradigm a presume
Well, in this temple,
I believed I was a shadow,
and that if someone didn't shine,
I didn't exist.
I would prostrate before faithlessness
and speak the language of
defeat that this grave idol
had taught me.
By Kakraba Afful
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