The heart weeps
The pain seeps
Thoughts go deep
And so fast the mind cannot keep
The mouth yearns to speak
But its trembling has reached its peak
It shivers and hates all eyes that seek
To make it sympathetically weak
But such is the depth of loss
No amount of words can the heart boss
Genuine hearts are seen as gross
So please hold your heart and dress your anger in a pause.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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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