Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

ACHIEVING

In the folly of the excuse

We barter ourselves

In sadistic self torment

Inflicting needless pains;

Self sacrifices on altars we did not build

For sins we never committed

We sought only to seek meaning

In this effervescent never ending folly

Of existence

We tie ourselves to the reality

In narrow confines

Beating self discipline from restless souls

We hold restless soul still

To enable it productive multiplicity

In lines repeated to tedium

We create in narrow constriction

With tenacious aggressiveness we hold on

To the reality we crafted with perseverance out of this widening chasm of increasing impossibilities

Till spent and wasted

We linger in tottering absentia of lives led

In strangulated profusion of limited viabilities

Toppling over into assumed rest in the midst of the traumatic turmoil.