I shall cast my soul
into the open sea,
that shall welcome it with
open arms,
I do not wish to be a shipwreck,
if it still lingers in the boat
of my life

I shall cast my emotion,
into the bottomless pit
of thorns,
where it can be killed

Because my enemies,
grim locusts, feed on my effusiveness,
the drama my soul
tyrannically feeds me with

so, I’ll burnt this weakness
at the stake,
to be strong and immortal
to unborn criticism.
                                  By Kakraba Afful