And the fear catches me every time,
My heart remembers the coward I became,
One which could not save the misgivings
Of a dying friend shot for his act of valor
.
Folded hands angle on my chest,
Knees glided in a sort of knitted threads,
Of a late night wanderer out on a vigil-like quest,
Where gathering guilts dawns as he dreads
Could I have seek for open admittance from a
priest?
.
But what use is begging the wrong side for
forgiveness?
Unless if phantoms of man heed the call of
remission,
Understood only by him who finds contentment
In being unbound of memories past
.
I see my soul now consumed
In the flames of
Hellfire!
In my final strength and emotion,
Down on my knees, I say one last act of valor:
Father in Heaven,
I don't want to die a coward. . . AMEN

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Maiduguri
11/4/2015

And you won't die one..Nice one, dear.