Anxiety

The stop of the flood of letters and,
The stop of the flood of love;
But times are changing for you and i,
And i need time to go on with my mind.
Anxiety with the stone-dearf ears,
And of the love of a bandage wound;
But the Princess will soon burst out in tears.

Can you imagine it?
And of a royal visit and without food;
But i am worried about the facts of your love.
No easy walk to success but,
Everything which has abeginning has an end;
And i am now on the hard road of my life.

Are we dying enough to help each other?
Fir the signs of the time are here with us;
And i am full of anxiety.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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