The morning now dawns,
I escape these stairs down,
If you don't mind leave me alone,
You shadow that tails me.
Along these lines they trespass,
Trodden upon by look pass,
Each Man to himself,
Might I always be your slave.
Tears my eyes cloud,
My shouts turns out boisterously,
I locate this trivial,
Yet, can't stop the franticness.
Goodness! Light help me,
Haziness won't let me be,
You can't help me?
Then quit gazing at me.
Original poetry By: Kufre Essien/crystannson