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THE UNCANNY HAND

He stretches it

And my face lit

All set in the happiness kit

Hiding life’s beatings and hurt that in my chest sit

But the torturous hand moves up a bit

And a bit

And a bit

Out of my reach

In faith I jumped high like a dimwit

With my legs suffering from the ground hit

Then it dawned on me to quit

Before I fell into the bottomless pit

Because the trapped hand will still remain with its uncanny wit

Even after I no longer have the worldly chit

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

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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