This miscellaneous poem about life is a call for us to understand that true freedom comes from the word of God.
Dark Sunny Cloud
It looks like
A filter smoke from the cigar stock
It looks like
The carbon from the car’s bonnets
It feels like
A dark cloud before a rainy day.
The mind feels it and is terrified
It smokes slowly till it consumed the heart
Its world, you can never determine
Search the mind
Does it harbour a dark sunny cloud?
The feeling you can never feel self or secure.
There is only one way out
Read God’s Holy word daily
It kills the dark for a sunny cloud
That purifies the soul
And simplified your everyday daily living.
Nsikak Andrew, 23rd April 2002
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