By frederick agyeman-duah "big-daddy_45240@yahoo.com"
Date: 4 February 1999

DEADLY IS LOVE

Toward the dark abyss I begin to walk
With my senses and wisdom helplessly shut
My mortality and strengh he seems to stalk
As fictions are now turning to facts

His face I see yet I cannot react
His speeding bus for me will stop
With passengers fully and airlessly stacked
Yet his thirsty scythe never seem to drop

To the hot and blinding light I'm drawn
As the soul's power begin to paralyse
My cries for freedom were vain and shunned
And less important was hell or paradise

yes success will be his as always
In turning a vibrant flower into faded leaf
For even in my green and swaying days
I knew my heart will belong to the thief!