A MOUTHLESS HEART

I had a brain without watchful eyes

I had a heart without an expressive mouth

I had a head filled with meat and coloured water

You came

Gave eyes to my brains,

A good mouth to my heart

And filled my head with thoughts

Who would’ve ever known

That your about-turn

Could turn your gift of eyes demonic,

Your gift of mouth melancholic,

And your gift of thoughts murderous?

Now I know all those gifts, like fire and rain

Revived to destroy

The mouth of this heart speaks with thunder

Caring not about its lightening killing another,

The eyes of the brain emits rays of hatred and fear,

The thoughts of this head kill millions than thousands of arms tear

Gifts like yours put me in a dilemma.

Would I have loved to be without them?

I can say it thrills to hurt,

And maybe, this hurt will kill this soul to revive its experience.

By amoafowaa