He examined me with a
stethoscope of fear,
many times my heart pounded,
my life haphazard, misplaced pieces
of a jigsaw puzzle

he always prescribe toxic drugs
for me, they destroyed the kidney
of my confidence,
the corroded the grey matter of my mentality,
till a disease of mesmerization came along,
called confusion

My mind was perpendicular to normality,
his drugs were too strong for my body,
pills of fear and insecurity,
my willingness shivered,
till my whole being was deadened in stagnance.
                                                By Kakraba Afful