I hurt thinking about haven made you my boss
I hurt knowing I fought a lost cause
I hurt knowing I am at a loss
I hurt so much so that my heart sometimes switches to self -pause
I hurt knowing all we had have been eaten by the time-moss
I hurt knowing you and I are its core source
I bleed in the ‘blink’ of the night
When all wink and hibernate into sleep without light
Looking up to a relaxing body when the day is bright
While I am being blown away like a paper kite in a stormy night
I bleed that my heart is sometimes made tight
I bleed having thoughts of turning back time for a fight
I regret throwing away my alertness
And falling into your false correctness
Never thinking about your possible thoughtlessness
Of crossness between seas of equal wideness
I regret so much so that I am dying of shyness
For having paraded you without coyness
What should I do when all eyes are watching?
What can I say when pools of river make my cornea their forming
At a public hearing, when I am the defendant of my own calling?
How am I to act when everyone is a pair and I am forever bitterness pouring?
Say something, oh cruel silence!
Do something eyes of blankness!
Hug me arms of the air!
I have not been treated fair
This crown of shame rests on my head
For having been happy when all was a farce.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.