COME AND ANSWER

When I feel down

And my soul wanders

I try to still myself

By clearing my head

And lying aloof;

Thinking not and looking not.

But today,

I ask myself who or what worry is

Is it a god or a mermaid?

Man or a woman?

A witch or a wizard?

No answer.

What gives it the power over us?

What makes it grab hold of our being?

Why am I still not getting faces to answer my questions?

Is this Worry a coward?

Is it so deaf that it hears not my voice?

Come out and stop acting like a scared little ghost

Worry which is worry

Worry without dept

Please detonate your bomb and let me see your worst

Or flee and stop haunting us with your presence yet absence

Get a face and let’s see your stature

Or lie low and let’s forget you exist,

I am only appealing.

Tags PAIN, RHETORICAL QUESTIONS, worry

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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