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The Final Showdown

A Path Gone Awry

Mustapha H
2 min readFeb 24, 2023
A person standing at a crossroads in a misty landscape, surrounded by soft lighting that conveys a sense of being lost and unsure of one’s direction.
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I can no longer bear the weight
Of this pain that grips my chest
Is it anger that boils within me
Or silence that has become my nest?

My headache now a piercing sound
A reminder of a life I knew
But now, with every labored breath
I fear the end is overdue

I’ve imagined it a thousand times
The end that looms so near
But every scenario seems to fail
And my fate remains unclear

Still, I will fight with all my might
Against this life that drags me down
For I will wear a smile so bright
Even as I face my final showdown

Where is this life that you speak of?
And the years that pass me by
I’ve lost myself amidst the fray
And my path has gone awry

I am the one who lost his way
And followed a path not his own
I became a slave to all that’s fake
And lost myself all alone

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Mustapha H
Mustapha H

Written by Mustapha H

I'm passionate about poetry, nature, travel, and exploring life through reading, writing, and communicating.

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