Innocence and purity

Extended hands, role models seeking

The fresh snow look- alike hearts that are unsuspecting

Welcome all without a thought as to the existence of bad

So what was their crime?

Should they be charged for being too trusting?

Should their creator be charged for giving them clean slates of trust?


Grown children with dented souls

Crying within, masked with adulthood

Trapped by responsibilities, nosy eyes and fingers

Even the bright light reveals not their hidden little selves

Beaten and bruised by monsters who roam free

Leaving them tired, bitter with loathing

And making them the apparitions of their monsters.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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