FEVER

Words come to me in the darkness,

To describe the darkness of my mind,

These sombre phrases reach me in the cavity,

Am I lost in my sobriety ?

On this endless paths, I lose all hope,

A day to cajole me the end of this crossed,

Who often deprived me of a smile, and kept me awake,

In those nights where the stars its dull, courage in disgrace.

Insomnia reigns supreme,

Your brain in search of sleep desperately,

Find comfort in acidulated liquid,

To lighten your eyelids so that it closes easily.

So that you may sleep in delusion,

That tomorrow will be a day of renewal,

 to consider other options.


ADAMA KONATE

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